https://ontheriver09.wordpress.com/2007/03/30/old-lady-a-biker-2004-11-15/
https://ontheriver09.wordpress.com/2007/08/13/the-drunk-bikers-2004-11-15/
https://sites.google.com/site/ontheriver09/kids/photos-outfits/biker335.jpg
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https://sites.google.com/site/ontheriver09/motorcycles/last-word
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…If you don’t repost this, it sucks to be you. 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
Thanks to hDM
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A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink.Looking around, he sees three men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says, “I went by your grandma’s house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked.Man, she is one fine looking woman!” The biker looks at him and doesn’t say a word.His buddies are confused, because he is one bad mother and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says: “I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!” The biker’s buddies are starting to get really mad but the biggest biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, “I’ll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!” At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eye and says… “Go home, Grandpa…you’re drunk.”
A biker stops by the local Harley Shop to have his bike fixed.They couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live far and would just walk home.On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil.He stopped by the feed store/livestock dealer and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose.However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem: how to carry all of his purchases home.While he is scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost.
She asked, “Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?”
The biker said, “Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane.I would walk you home but I can’t carry this lot.”
The old lady suggested, “Why don’t you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?”
“Why thank you very much,” he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.On the way he says, “Let’s take my short cut and go down this alley.We’ll be there in no time.”
The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, “I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me.How do I know that when we get in the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?”
The biker said, “Holy smokes lady!I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose.How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”
The lady replied, “Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I’ll hold the chickens.”
On the River 2009+ 
