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Danger_dave
Posted on Thursday, December 11, 2008 - 02:12 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

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.
It gets the old girl off my back and fortunately
I still had $200 for booze and hookers.

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 cant help being a fat old coot but this is a sure
fire way to cash in on it - and perv on those mothers.

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. And yes I know
that Hooters is classless, but I didn't realise that a Hurricane
was what the brochure meant by the 'big gulf blow'.

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. More importantly did you see
when I flicked you the finger?

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,
some of whom I evicted so I'm paying back, and
I had to stop off for a beer.

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. These days I have 12 inches but don't use it as a rule.

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.
Poor b@stards - I hope the smell might wash out eventually.

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.
Later I added 'tidy your ******** room'
and 'no, you can't have $20' - in a skull
with snakes coming out of it.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go
somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be
with my family, at the clubhouse. I'm going to get
drunk and they have to trailer the bike home.

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.
Fortunately I saw you, you and every other clown
who drives like he got a licence from a cereal box.

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, doing 80, in a tee shirt and sneakers.

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. Pisses me off that I can't grab her t*ts from here.

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. The wimp.
Sooner he grows up the better. Little sponger
wanted the bike but there is nil chance of that happening.

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. But I'm used to dipsticks like you that
can't drive so, situation normal.
Never a cop around when you need one.

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. But hey I was in a hurry - the pub was about to close.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to
pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
Unless the cops have hard evidence and then they
need to talk to my lawyer.

I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't
see me. Because I died that day you cut me off.
I've died other times too. Bad jokes usually.
And the one about the Priest and the Prostitute,
but it was funny when she told me.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a
family. But you didn't see me. So unless
there were fingerprints we can just forget the
whole thing.

Repost this around in hopes that people will
understand the biker community. Then flap your wings and try and fly to the moon.

If you don't repost this 700,000 times, it sucks to be you.
I hope you never lose someone that rides, so remember -
If you aren't in my mirrors I can't see you.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE US - GET *******.

:-)
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Blublak
Posted on Thursday, December 11, 2008 - 04:52 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Damn Dave..

Brought a tear to my eye with that one..

Insightful,

Caring..

up (slightly)..

Yep, he rides..
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Mr_grumpy
Posted on Thursday, December 11, 2008 - 04:57 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Nice.
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