Just a Biker

[rkell]

I held back tears as I read this!  I never in life thought that this email would be so close to my heart!!  I have anxiety every time I pass by a motorcycle, and anyone who knows me knows why........but it isn't that I am scared of a biker, or who they are, it's the fact that I have seen the outcome of what happens when someone is thrown from a motorcycle.....I have watched someone I love go home to the Lord before my very eyes!  Meeting Don, no one would ever think he rode a motorcycle, however, no one on the road to see Don on his motorcycle would know the love he gave to his wife, his step children, his grandchildren, no one would know that his grandchildren lost a huge part of their lives, all of which he left behind and a piece of will be forever lost.  No one sees the pain in my mothers eyes that she tries to hide, no one sees the nights I toss and turn because I cannot get the image of watching him die in a hospital bed out of my mind.....please, watch what you are doing as you pass them, as you change lanes, as you run them off of the road! 

 

They will never fully know what happened to my step dad, but they have found that he was not at fault, that someone or something had to have caused him to lose control and run off the road after further investigation (FINALLY).  May God watch over and be with those that will have to go through what my family has gone through, and let us all become stronger people because of it.  Please lets all become better drivers because of it as well! And if you ride a motorcycle, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE wear a helmet!!!  The chances Don would not had brain damage and been in a coma up until his death would have been much less! He only rode it through his neighborhood that day, so even if you are just riding around the block, wear your helmet!! Most accidents happen within 10 miles of your home! 

 

God Bless!!
Randee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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 where 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..

I hope you never lose someone that rides.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[lvmeyekds]

Oct. 29, 2008 at 9:55 AM

My Dad rides a motorcycle to work everyday. He doesn't have the long hair and tattoos, but this story says what I think about everyday. I hope more drivers are aware of all the people who die in motorcycle accidents everyday.  It's not always the long haired, tattooed, firework selling hippies you were used to seeing. These are moms and dads, sons and daughters, grandmas and grandpas. Please pay attention out there!

[lindsaymo]

Oct. 30, 2008 at 3:27 AM

Randee, what you wrote was beautiful.  Don will be missed more than anyone can imagine.  It breaks my heart that almost every day still my girls tell me how much they miss Grandpa Don.  Shellye just last night told me "Mommy, Grandpa Don is in heaven, but he's in my heart." From a 3 year old!!  The worst part to me is that I am convinced there was another vehicle involved.  And they didn't stick around to try to save him.  Or maybe they just didn't see.    How can we be so busy in our lives to not see the lives we are impacting around us?  From a ride around the block our mom's heart is broken.  Shellye and I passed a guy riding on a motorcycle the other day, and she told me "Mommy, he should wear a helmet!" and I have to agree.