May is Motorcycle Awareness Month

16 years ago

To the editor:
    I would like to offer the following poem in recognition of May as Motorcycle Awareness Month. We are working on making Aroostook County motorists be on the alert for bikers.

The 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 in the collection outside the store as I walked in.
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 10 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.
We’re not in ‘your’ way.
Live to ride … ride to live.
Author unknown
Stuart Craig
Pine State MC president
Mars Hill