Poem from Outlaw Bikers Forever

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Biker Awareness

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 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.

~Anonymous

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I've been Tagged

I've been tagged by Minda. Here are 8 random things about me.
(1) I love to ride motorcycles and customize them.
(2) I love to collect old military weapons and some new ones.
(3) I love to work on my truck and SUV .
(4) I like to build custom wooden tear-drop camper trailers.
(5) I love to mess around with my dog Harley the American Staffordshire Terrier.
(6) I like to fish and hunt.
(7) I enjoy spending time with friends and family.
(8) And I am a true southern bred hillbilly. LOL.

Bikers and Their Clubs

You want to know what gets under my skin more than any thing in this world? It is these people that think, if you ride a motorcycle that you are nothing but a white trash outlaw biker. When in fact, they don't even have a clue what they are even talking about. So I will tell you what it means to be a biker and belong to a club in this modern age. A bike club consists of a group of people that share a common interest in motorcycles. They also get together to ride and do events for their local charities and their community. Now there are a bunch of right-wing lobbyists saying "If you ride a bike you are probably running drugs or envolved in some sort of illegal operation." In fact current motorcycle clubs, for the majority, are just hanging out with their family and friends and sharing their love for motorcycles. So I say to these ignorant right-wing politicians. You are wrong. You all can kiss my ever lovin biker ASS if you think my love or that of my friends has anything wrong or illegal involvement. So to all the bikers out there, do what you do and to hell with the rest of them. We know what we are like. And no one can tell us we are wrong.

My bike

Well my bike is almost done and I can't wait. I have been trying to get this bike done for about six months now and I have ran into a few things with it like the cam shaft in the rear cylinder and the chain for the cam shaft. Well here is the break down on the cost for the parts. I only paid 50.00 for the bike in the local 127 Corridor Sale.

• Cam Shaft 20.00
• Cam Chain 80.00
• Handle bars 40.00
• Headlights 20.00
• Hand Grips and Throttle Cable 27.00
• New Key Switch 13.00
• So you see I have only put about 250.00 into this 50.00 bike

Now if I could only find a set of hard bags to mount on my bike.

A little about me

Hello Everyone and Anyone who reads this.

I will start off by saying a little about myself.

My name is Mike. I'm 30 years old. I love motorcycles and have been a motorcycle enthusiast since I was a teenager. I get my love for motorcycles from my Papaw, Bruce and my uncle, Bobby (RIP).

I am married to a wonderful young lady, Minda. She is my world.

I enjoy working on my truck, hanging out with my family, and spending time with my friends.

I really like Harley Davidson Motorcycles (I even have a couple of Harley Tats!) but I can't afford to buy one right now. Hopefully, after Minda gets finishes college, I will get a Harley. But until then, I am customizing my Virago.

I found my Virago in the 127 Sale in the summer of 2006. It was a bargain at $50. I have put a lot of time and a little money into it since then. It is almost road worthy and I can't wait to ride it.