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Just to make you think (and look!)

Posted by --- on Friday 10 October, 2008

I’m not saying motorbike riders are blameless. I’m not saying motorbike riders are good, better, or more aware,  but the fact remains that motorbike riders die more than car drivers and in a car v biker situation motorbike riders are going to lose everytime as they are vulnerable.  If everyone had a little experience on a motorbike, maybe they would be more aware of what it’s like and take that extra second to look. We’ve all seen the adverts but unless you actually try it, you can’t know what it’s like.   I’m not going to get on my soapbox about other road users. I’m far from perfect though I think I err on the side of caution. When I drive/ride you wont find is me stuck on your bumper, you wont find me on a phone, you will find two hands on the wheel most of the time, you wont get me drinking etc and driving, you wont get be slamming my brakes on in front of a lorry that can’t stop (I drive a car that is slow to stop and take off  – no where near as bad for me but just as frustrating!), you will see me use my indicators – and properly! Why do people indicate right to come off the exit of an island? Its a left turn (in the UK before I get swamped in comments).. and a million other things that annoy the hell out of me!

Anyway, here’s the poem.

But you didn’t see me – Unknown

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 name written over and over 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.

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