As we come to know other riders and members, we unfortunately have suffered losses. This page is dedicated to those members and friends that we have lost. Click on photos to see more on each of our friends

Jim Zanger

I "Was" Just A Biker

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you
in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me put an extra
$10.00 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 coming into the restaurant,

with me and my brothers.
But, you didn't see me leading
a meeting to raise more money
for the hurricane relief fund.

I saw you, roll up your window
and shake your head when I road 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, to

benefit cancer patience.

I saw you; roll your eyes
at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers
donate new winter coats, hats 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, or see the pride I feel having their

names permanently written over my heart.

I saw you change lanes while
talking on your cell phone.
But, you didn't see me,
on my way home to be with my family.

I heard you complaining about

how loud our bikes can be.
But, you didn't hear me,

Jamming to your newest CD, as

you blindly drift into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me; pat my child's hand,
believing she was safe behind me.

I saw you, putting on your make up, using

the rear view mirror, as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg,
when she said, don’t worry baby, we're almost home.

I saw you, without your lights on, driving

way too fast in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, soaked
to the bone, so my son could have
the car to go on a date.

I saw you, shoot that yellow light.
Knowing you left late, and thinking you

can still get there early.
But, you didn't see me waiting in the

Intersection trying to turn left before the

light changes to red.

I saw you, yank the wheel to make your

exit ramp at the last second.

I saw..... I felt..... you hurl your car

into my bike.....into my body.
But, you didn't see me, when I left the road.

You didn’t see "my" life pass before "your" eyes.

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. The day you cut me off.

I was just a biker.....
A biker with friends....

A biker with family....

A person.....

A human being....
But, you didn't see me.....

Bikers drive cars too, but we drive the way we ride.

Do yourself a favor

Take a driving lesson from a biker.

Rewritten and revised by:

P.D.Cress

Original author unknown