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Poem for bikers

Discussion in 'General Motorcycling Discussion' at netrider.net.au started by heffa, Oct 3, 2007.

  1. Ok, not sure if this is a repost, I couldnt find it in my searches. Was sent round by some of the riders in my office.


    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 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 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.
  2. ha I loev a godo peom :LOL:.
  3. Bleh, Im still getting used to my new contact lenses :p

  4. Fingers ok Paul?

    The retard

    Wearing the leotard

    Riding the Motard

    Passed the junkyard

    Dropped his Netrider lanyard.
  5. Bike or Trike

    Two wheels or three

    Ridings for me.
  6. Wind in my hair

    Free in the air

    Riding to where?

    That's not my care.
  7. Just having a rib, mate, no malice intended :) :).
  8. Dude, rib away. My spellchecker has been running hot today :p
  9. I can see myself tearing up the road,
    Faster than any other boy has ever gone.
    And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe.
    No-one's gonna stop me now,
    I gotta make my escape.
    But I can't stop thinking of you,
    and I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late.
    I never see the sudden curve 'till it's way too late.

    Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun.
    Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike.
    And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
    And the last thing I see is my heart,
    Still beating,
    Breaking out of my body,
    And flying away,
    Like a bat out of hell.

    Pure poetry!! :wink:
  10. I love to get out and ride my bike
    I love freedom of the two wheeled life
    I love to ride whenever I want
    As long as it's okay with my wife

  11. I always thought it was "slow down curve"?


  12. That can be forgiven. My partner thought it was "Cheap wine and a three-legged dog"!!!! :shock: :?

    Published in the September 1965 issue of the 59-club's magazine "Link":

    Black Shadow is her name, her colour too,
    She may look good, but she's not new,
    A little rust and not much chrome,
    What little there is, is going home.
    With Gold Star 'cans' you should hear the sound,
    Of my V2 Norvin, you'll see it around.

    Souped up the engine at the 59,
    Got some high-lift cams of advanced design,
    Wide-ratio gearbox, but I should worry,
    Over a 100 in 3rd, when I'm in a hurry.

    Get astride and hear the twin pipes blast
    Drop into first and take off fast
    Multiple Phillips suck in the air
    40 to the gallon, but I don't care,
    Join the Watford Bypass, 1,2,3
    4 minutes later you're in the Busy Bee.

    Modern sardine tin looms in the way,
    Slow down to 70 and behind him you stay,
    It's one of the masses, hogging fast lane,
    Abundance of chromium and a shortage of brain.
    He stays in the fast lane and just won't be moved,
    "You ain't gettin' by" is his attitude.

    Back on the Norvin you sound the Boss horn
    He raises a finger in a gesture of scorn
    T'was a nice day, but now it's gone sour
    So you drop into 3rd and turn on the power
    Pull into the slow lane, all clear ahead
    With the rev-counter needle going into the red
    Overtake on the inside of the bright painted tin
    See the look on his face, you can't help but grin!

    You're doing the ton in an indirect gear
    The roaring exhaust is all you can hear
    The rev-counter needle is going berserk
    So you drop into top with a clutch-smashing jerk.
    Our ignorant friend in his new family hack
    Is a speck in the distance a mile or two back.

    Not flat out at Ton-twenty-five
    Big old engine really coming alive
    She eats Nortons for breakfast and Triumphs for tea;
    If you see me coming, move over do
    'Cos the throttles wide open, and I'm coming through!