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What are you afraid of?

As the Biker was pulled over (for no apparent reason) he produces his license, registration and CPL permit, handing all three to the cop.

“Okay, Mr. Smith,” the cop said, “I see your CPL permit.  Are you carrying today?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well then, better tell me what you got.”

Smith said, “Well, I got a .357 revolver in my inside my vest pocket.  There’s a 9 mm semi-auto in my leather shoulder holster. Oh and, I’ve got a .22 magnum derringer in my right boot.”

“Okay,” the cop said.  “Anything else?”

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Harley-Davidson New 2011 Models

HARLEY-DAVIDSON OFFERS THREE NEW MODELS FOR 2011

Plus New PowerPak Touring Combo and Available ABS for Softail®models

Harley-Davidson introduces the new SuperLow™, XR1200X and Road Glide® Ultra models with its expansive line of 2011-model-year motorcycles. With 32 models including urban brawlers, long-haul touring machines, contemporary customs drenched in chrome, dark retro-style bobbers, exhilarating sport roadsters and inviting standards, Harley-Davidson offers a motorcycle to match the desires of almost any street rider. Each rolls to the sound track of the American road, a syncopated V-Twin cadence that is the pulse of every Harley-Davidson® motorcycle.

Highlights of the 2011 Harley-Davidson line include:

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JUST 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.
 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 y ou 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.