May 18, 2006

May Is Motorcycle Awareness Month

And I'm ashamed I didn't know this. Granted, I do all I can here to make you guys aware of bikes and riders.

I know this is geared more toward the greasy nasty Harley guys you see out there, but it goes same for all of us, whether we be Crotch Rocketeers (me for another week or so,) Crusier Hustlers (that'll be me in about a week or so) and yes, Hog Handlers too. Muy thanks to Hannibal for forwarding this to me via my red-headed stepchild (MySpace) and reminding me of this most important time, now that May is almost gone. *sigh*

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 my friends and me 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 my brothers and me 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 that 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.


Stay awake

Stay aware


Are Everywhere

Burma Shave

*grin* Hey you, share the road. And for gawd's sake put down that damned cellular phone and watch what you're doing!


Caffeinated Mommy said...

Every time I see someone on a motorcycle, I think of you. Unless they're acting likes jackasses.

the ivory pen said...

Absolutely beautiful. And I also think of you each time I see a rider or ANY make, model or form.


Truly a remarkable piece. It is so true too. I have seen so many people cut in on motorcycle drivers without as much as a sorry, didn't see ya. Well remember you have a much more stable ride on 4 tires than the one on 2 tires. I know that there are those few "bad apples" that continue to spoil the reputation of careful & considerate riders. I have done my fair share of worring for love ones on bikes, but, they are my love ones to worry about not yours. CUT THEM SOME SLACK & GIVE THEM THE SAME COURTISY THAT YOU WANT GIVEN TO YOU. Ride safe & live long.