Friday, March 21, 2008

To All My Riding Friends

to all my riding friends and relatives....please read this.....

Milo G. Knapp Jr.

Sincerely hope you take the time to read this
and maybe will take a better look around you.

JUST A BIKER
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 when you saw my
bike parked out front. 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 rode by. But you didn't see me riding 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 jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate
our old ones 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 or 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 she 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.

If you don't repost this, it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose
someone that rides.

Thanks Jim E.

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