| caveman's Stats |
| Views | 688 |
| Ranking | 11160 of 111111 members |
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 | caveman |
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Friends, relationships, riding partners
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Introduction:
im just tattooed trash. love to ride anytime i like to travel. im a cook by trade as well as a tattoist.i enjoy camping and most aspects of life. want to know more just ask |
Turn ons:
tatts and long hair |
Turn offs:
angry disrespectful attitudes |
Ideal:
the one thats with me | |
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Favorite Quotes:
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 >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 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 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. > > > 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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