Rolling Thunder NC 2
This is my soapbox, where I stand up and speak on what I feel needs to be said.
Yesterday I ranted about prejudice, and today is more of the same thing; except, today I’m not off on a tear about treating ‘disabled’ people the same as the rest of your friends.
Today, I am sharing an e-mail I was sent by an e-friend. So basically all I really need to say is this.
Don’t judge someone on appearances alone.
This is what I was sent:
Rolling Thunder NC 2]Viper: Most of you I’d be proud to know.
Just to let you know we care.
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
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 names 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. I hope you never loose someone that rides. Have a great week my friends.
