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 M.O.T.O.R. 39
The official website for Florida Moose Riders
from Districts

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Just a Biker!

I saw you hug your purse closer in the grocery store line.  But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate on 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 work to run toys for 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 for Love.

I say 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 say you look in fright at my tattoos.  But, you didn't see me cry as my children were born or have their names 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 hand 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 a 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 was there.

I saw you go home to your family.  But, you didn't see me.  Because I died the day you cut me off.

I was just a biker.  A person with friends and family.  But, you didn't see me.

EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHT TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY.