Shadowmann…

For all who Know Motorcycle Riders

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn´t see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate at church last Sunday.I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn´t see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn´t see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn´t see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn´t see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn´t see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn´t see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn´t see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn´t see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn´t see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn´t see me, pat my child´s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn´t see me, squeeze my wife´s leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn´t see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn´t see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn´t see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn´t see me. I wasn´t there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn´t see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn´t see me.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community as For Those That Live to Ride