I saw you shake your head in disapproval as I turned that corner from the off ramp in full knee blastin’ lean angle at 70MPH.
But you didn’t see me four months ago when I did the same thing and ate $hit and busted my arm in 3 places.
I saw you stare dumbfounded as I rode a wheelie past you while you were checking your mail along side the road.
But you didn’t see me try to do the same thing last week, when I nearly went past 12’o’clock and freaked out, chopped the throttle, slammed the front down hard enough to lose all control and took out a guy’s mailbox in the resulting tank slapper.
I saw your slack-jawed eye popping glare as I flew past at 90MPH riding the double yellow in full lean, passing within an inch of the mirror on your rusted out Ford Ranger.
But you didn’t see me take that same corner 2 weekends ago on a group ride when I nearly crapped myself because your cousin (aka: second wife) was over the double yellow, and I hadn’t left any room for such an occurrence.
I saw you checking me out in my moto gear riding my sweet tricked out sportbike.
But you didn’t notice that I’d been riding with my turn signal on for the last 6 miles like a dumba$$.
I saw you checking out my bike and all the cool mods I’ve done to it.
But luckily you didn’t see the other side where it slid down the road for 70 ft scuffing all the plastic up and denting the tank.
I saw you honking and flashing your lights like an idiot with road rage, and lucky I’m on a sportbike and was able to easily ditch you in traffic.
But sadly, what I didn’t realize is that I had left my pocket unzipped from fueling up at the gas station, causing my wallet to fall out, and you grabbed it at the light and were trying to get it back to me.
I might be just a biker…
But I saw you see me watching you check me out and I think I like it.