Motorcycle Grandma Linda’s Ride

Well that is not me taking it, but I wanted to write a little about it here and pass on the information about it. There are these really kewl guys down in Florida who have taken it on themselves to ride to the four corners of the United States and then to the US Capitol steps. Why? For prayer for our country. Now that makes me feel special. That these guys I don’t even know care so much about me..yeah me..I am a part of this country…but I know they are looking at a much broader picture too! You see whenever someone prays for our country here or for the inhabitants of the world they are also praying for the individuals. Makes you stop and think. There was someone about 2000 years ago that did something special for the world. He died on a cross for the world…there for for each individual…for me and for you.

Anyway I want to get back to these guys and their trip. They are welcoming other riders to join with them on any part of the trip and also for everyone to join in praying with them. They have a website and a blog so you can follow along with them and see where they are and what progress they are making. From what I have already read about them they are real prayer warriors as they plan to pray as they go by each mile marker while riding! WOW that is a lot of prayer. I must confess that at times I have a hard time concentrating for five to ten minutes without my mind wandering off and having to bring myself back to what I was praying about.
Please check out their site and pass on this information to others. Especially be in prayer for their safety the next few weeks.
I think this might be a great place to post this writing that has been passed on to me several years ago. I have no idea who wrote it, but it gives a lot of insight about bikers:

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 and sisters 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 I hope you never loose someone that rides. I have.

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

Thanks for reading!
Love,
Linda