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Make sure to check my blog link to the left, that's where I'm posting pics. Just adding to my ridin' and drinkin' friends here.
Usual romps include Shade Tree, Hanging Tree, 11th Street Cowboy Bar, Bubba's Big Deck, Albert Tx, Luckenbach, 6th Street, even Corpus Christi. See ya'll there..
Ride everyday by choice.(I do have a cage)We can do that here in Texas ya know. ;)
By the runs I post, you can tell I "Party with a Purpose"(though not necessarily)
I'm with USMVMC and lend support to the PGR as the Lead Ride Captain for the San Antonio area.
"Are you a Patriot Guard Rider?" I heard the man say, As I just finished stowing Some items away.
"Yes I am", I replied And started to raise my kickstand. Then he said, "I just wanted To shake your hand."
Then he grabbed me and hugged me And held me real tight. This man I'd just met, This very night.
I then saw the tears Filling up his eyes. I didn't need to ask, I just knew the reason why.
And suddenly my own tears I couldn't hold back, As he told me his son Had been killed in Iraq .
He said he just wanted to thank me For being by his side Then he turned and walked away And that's why "We Ride".
Under the Leather and Behind the Shades
Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker. We ride for the sense of freedom it gives us. The encouragement to take the road less traveled in the chance that we may encounter something new. We ride for the friendships we make along the way, as well as, the solitude of the open road. We dont really care what you ride, just that you do.
Under the leather and behind the shades is a beating heart. A heart filled with compassion that on any given day will be riding for those in need. Ask one of us for help, but dont be surprised when all of us show up.
Under the leather and behind the shades stands a proud American. We are as diverse a group of people that you could possibly assemble. We are men, women, tradesmen, doctors, lawyers, retirees, military, civilian and on and on and on. We stand silently with reverence and one voice that, in the silence, can be overwhelming.
Under the leather and behind the shades stands an invited guest to the funeral of a soldier that we most likely have never met. We hold the flag of our nation as a tribute to the greatest sacrifice anyone can make. Out of respect for the fallen, we travel to stand firm for a family, a community and a nation to lean on.
Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker with sons, daughters, brothers and sisters of our own. Beneath the rough exterior we tremble and weep at your loss. You may not see that, for we are there to support you. Thats why we stand so silently under the leather and behind the shades.
Respectfully, David Meyers II HogJR PGR So you think you know a Motorcycle Rider?
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 thesidewalk. 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 drove by. But, you didn't see me, driving 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 coats and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats 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 where 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. What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal" (Albert Pike 1809-91) A BIKERS' TRIBUTE by Robert Sanders
Out of the darkness, brefore it's daylight You can see shining headlights, coming out of the night You can hear all the thunder, from pipes on the side A thousand one bikers, just out on their ride
They're out on a mission, a ride for MS Or raise money for cancer, or a toy run at best But you never will see them, a challenge turned down They're out to do good, when they ride into town
So what?.They might party, and have a good time But best bet your dollar, they've got one thing in mind To get a job done, that's all needs to be said That's the main thought that they have, deep in their heads
They ride in the rain, and even in cold They ride when they're young, and ride when they're old You see it's a mission, that nobody else takes They do it for love, of life for christs' sakes
They do it for people, who's debts are too high They do it because, they just love to ride But never, no never, say that they don't care Cos when they are needed, they'll always be there
So if there might be one, broke down on the road Pull over and help them, to lighten their load Cos they're out to help,when nobody else will To raise what they can, for the sick and the ill So this I might say, and it might be astute But this I do give them, a bikers' tribute
by Robert Sanders
Turn ons:
Ridin', laid back women, Ridin', non-judgmental women, Ridin', women that can hang(but still be responsible. what a contradiction)
Turn offs:
women who invent drama to get attention.
F'ing folks that stick their nose where it doesn't belong.
Backstabbing bullshit gossip, pisses me off.
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![[Image] Breeze](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/101619r.jpg "Breeze")
![[Image] Hoss USMV](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/22851r.jpg "Hoss USMV")
![[Image] Sweet Bear](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/37884r.jpg "Sweet Bear")
![[Image] Roadrunner USMVMC TX2](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/48733r.jpg "Roadrunner USMVMC TX2")
![[Image] Mickey](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/48757r.jpg "Mickey")
![[Image] Orcaman USMV M/C TX2](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/50018r.jpg "Orcaman USMV M/C TX2")
![[Image] Electra](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/50036r.jpg "Electra")
![[Image] Digger USMV MC](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/92328r.jpg "Digger USMV MC")
![[Image] Slyyder](http://image4.bikerornot.com/usrimg/8020r.jpg "Slyyder")
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