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Please visit Save A Biker at:
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Your name and e-mail address will NEVER be given out for any reason other than this petition!
The ultimate goal for this petition is to STRENGTHEN the current punishments, not to create more laws!

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To: U.S.Congress
Each and every day, distracted and inattentive drivers pull out in front of, follow too close or simply "mow over" motorcycles. Bikers are being injured and killed because of carelessness. Most of the time, the drivers receive a warning, simple citation, slap on the wrist or less.

If you pull a gun out and accidentally shoot someone, you most likely get tried for Involuntary Manslaughter.

If you hit someone on a bike and kill him or her, you get a ticket.

We would like for congress to pass legislation to strengthen punishments for drivers who kill.

Some states have tried to take action but it's time the federal government gets involved.

The statement "Kill a Biker, Go To Jail" is nothing new, but it must become a fact of life for drivers who carelessly murder bikers.

Most bikers ride in fear, knowing that if they get run over, the penalty is great for them, but not the careless driver that did them in!

If you support the right to live and ride, without the fear of some lowlife running you over and getting away with it, please sign this petition.


Sincerely,

The Undersigned

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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 $10.00 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.


Re-send this around the world in hopes that people will understand the biker community.

If you don't re-send this, all I can say is it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides.



PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR ALL THE BIKERS...PAY ATTENTION!!!

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

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Indian Larry And my latest hero is this housewife from my home state!!! Could Not Be Said Better Written by a housewife from New Jersey and sounds like it! This is one pissed off lady. "Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania ? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?...Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia. I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques. I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care. When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care. When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care. And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and -you guessed it -I don't care ! ! ! ! ! If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your e-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great country! And may I add: "Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem." -- Ronald Reagan I have another quote that I would like to add AND.......I hope you forward all this. "If we ever forget that we're One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under." Also by.. Ronald Reagan One last thought for the day: In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America, he said: "A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in... And how many want out." Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you: 1. Jesus Christ 2. The American G. I. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

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To say I love motorcycles doesn't quite cut it. I have a passion for it. I have been riding for about 25 years now. I am at my happiest when I am on my Fatboy! It is the only true peace and freedom I know. My hero was Indian Larry - God rest his soul...I would love to own a bike built by him. I have raised 2 successful children in this society of ours!! Pretty much on my own as even when their father was alive, being in the Army, made me pretty much a single mom with all his manuevers down range or out in the field as they liked to call it!!! My daughter who is on the shy side doesn't like to hear me brag about her but I will say that I hardly had to pay for her college years. She had scholarships and although she lost her grandmother 2 weeks before getting her AA, she went on to University and became an RA...again I paid very little as her room and board came with the job. She graduated Magna Cum Laude with her AA(incomplete finished from grandmother's death), BA and MA all at the same time!!! Very impressive...way to go Jess!! She teaches English at our local high school. My son...whom I lovingly call my alphabet kid as he had the ADHD and OCD among other things....graduated high school and even went on to County Tech and graduated with a mechanics degree. Although that is not how he earns his living, he still plays with mechanics on the side and does our family oil changes!!! My daughter (30)also rides... a little over 14 years for her. She is married and just made me a grandmother for the first time. My son (24)is a Camaro freak...Let's leave it at that!! lol My other half - Jim passed away, August 18, 2006. Even though we never made it to the altar, I feel as though I have been widowed twice now. He had been my best friend for a little more than 4 years. I don't think I will ever stop missing him. I loved him with all my heart. He was my Ultimate Riding Partner!! In those 4 years there was never a Jersey without Jim or Jim without Jersey. They called us Jersey Jim (like the commercial for Jersey Jim Towers!!) We were one!! He's the one who took the pic of me with Indian Larry and of me with the Outlaws and of me in so many other things we did in life!!! It may have only been 4 years but we lived a lifetime in those 4 years!! That being said....I am ready to move on!!! It's been over 2 years now and although I'm not looking for a replacement, I am looking for someone to share my life with and my passion for riding!!! Although I am very fast on that Screaming Eagle Fatboy of mine....when it comes to relationships, I am SLOW...very slow!!! I guard my heart very carefully!!!