I saw you; hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
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.
You didn’t see me; playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you; change your mind about going into the restaurant.
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
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. 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. 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. 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.
You didn’t see me; cry as my children were born and having their name tattooed on my skin and in my heart.
I saw you; change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You didn’t see me; leave the road.
I saw you; waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
You didn’t see me; I wasn’t there.
I saw you go home to your family.
You didn’t see me, because I died that day you cut me off.
To you I was just a biker, not a person with a family and friends.
You didn’t see me; and now they will never see me again.
Even if you don’t like us, respect our rights to ride what we choose and take a few extra seconds to be sure we are not in “your” way.