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Just A Biker – a tribute to fellow bikers n RoadMelters

Posted on September 20, 2008 By BINIL VARGHESE in biking + roadmelters

these words touched me as it popped in my mail from Eastern Bulls … as i felt what Belgi Thomas felt as 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 going into the restaurant when you saw my
bike parked out front. 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 where born or 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 she 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.

Spread this link around in hopes that people will understand the biker community..
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 ARE NOT
IN ‘YOUR’ WAY
Regards “N” Rock n roll
Belgi Thomas

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Who are you behind the Mask?

Posted on September 20, 2008 By BINIL VARGHESE in thoughts

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A few weeks back I had this really bad nightmare … the girl I love was being beaten up by someone … apart from the name she was shouting I had no clue who this person was. I did know who this person was, as in I have heard his name before, but I have never seen him … this happened for a few days till it faded away. I kept wondering why I had that dream … this got me thinking about one phobia I had. It’s the fact that the true identity of the person is hidden; in this case I have never met this person. I think it’s this fact that I have always had an aversion to.
Thinking more laterally, there are all kinds of hidden agenda, a hidden mask that we encounter in real life and they can be all the more treacherous to us.
In the game of love and life, it’s all about first impressions, and all of us can present an airbrushed version of ourselves at least once. Once the scratching of the surface begins, this is where all the stuff that is best kept hidden starts to show through. This might seem very hypocritical coming from a person who has mostly managed to get an honest first impression. Many weave a web of stories to cover up who they really are, and that stuff can be kept deep undercover by the truly devious for sometime. The true danger with this is that the deception happens at the expense of trust that a significant other may have placed in that person. Once the true colors are revealed there’s the loss and pain to deal with, as well as that feeling of stupidity.
First impressions can be so deceiving, you see. I have observed that the plastic smiles at the first handshake are often the reason for misleading first impressions. The mention of handshakes brings to mind the arena of business. All of us flex our creative muscles when it comes to impressing potential employers, and I am sure we have all fallen in love with the version of ourselves that we present on our CVs – so much so that we become somewhat unrecognizable as the people we actually are.
I have been blessed with a lot of qualities and skills, most of them self studied, to such an extent that people consider me a jack of all trades n in fact have been told that am even a master of quite a few … but though it has helped me see through a lot in life … nonetheless has also made me pretty popular … I sometimes ask myself, is it worth it? Exactly what my skills are remains hard to define, but I am still trying to move on with life somehow.
I had read a phrase by someone regarding a similar situation, ‘you can’t cut a melon and a coconut with the same blade’ which I didn’t really understand, but it struck me that both of those things blended together can make a refreshing cool drink. 🙂

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Is it Love? or Is it?

Posted on September 18, 2008 By BINIL VARGHESE in thoughts

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I know I don’t talk about this subject a lot, but I am still perplexed over the fact that so many people waste sex. Yes, they are wasting sex. They’re having sex without having any affection for the person they are doing it with. In the past you’d have sex after marriage, or at least after a long time of being in a relationship. Nowadays everybody has sex all the time, everywhere, with everyone. There is no time to get to know each other, let alone the time needed to find a person you could fall in love with. And I know it takes an exceptionally long time. I’m have been searching and no, while searching I am not having sex with women who just happen to come by. When I have sex, it must mean something. Ok, ok, I admit I have made out with some random (but very VERY cute) women, but as soon as she took my shirt off, I was like “Hmm, this is all very nice, but we stay away from third base.” It’s just not meant for me to have meaningless sex, I’m not lust, I am love. And as messed up as my life is I need to believe that that kind of real love exists, because if that ceases the world will be one big shallow place, the world will keep moving faster and faster, we will fill our needs with some casual sex and that’s it. We will only care about money, sex and may be no family. And then I will be sure I will never find happiness. When real love happens it’s like a sign, a sign the world is still a good place, where the sky can be blue, and it won’t rain until it’s necessary. ‘Cause sometimes a little rain is needed, it will make us appreciate the sun and not take it for granted.

So, what is so great about lust? About meeting some random person in a club, ending up in bed together, having the most awkward moments the next morning and then saying goodbye like nothing ever happened? Is this sex better? You know that’s not true, sex with feeling is way better than sex without. Sex without feelings, is only having sex with your genitals, might as well jerk off. Sex with feelings is sex with your body, your mind, and your soul. It’s not about quantity, it’s about quality and it’s time everybody started realizing that. Luckily, I’m here to spread the word ;).

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