The Motorcycle, A Rats Ass Racing Blog

Lets get some perspective on the Motorcycle, and everything that goes with it, from some diehard Bikers at heart!

We want to know about your Motorcycle life, inside and out. It’s an important relic in history, the Motorcycle, and it spawned a following, and a distinct one at that. The following, if you decided to ask them, they’d tell you that they call themselves Bikers…. No if’s, and’s or but’s about it. Biker is the name, and riding is the game.

I am so fascinated by the seamless transition so many make into the “Biker” world. An ordinary, upper floor businessman, can come home for the weekend, wake up early on a nice Saturday morning, and become a biker. Put on that leather Jacket an WHAM!!!!! You are the epitome of the word….Biker! Whether you’ve got a Harley Davidson, or a Yamaha, Buell, or Honda, Indian, or Kawasaki, or a custom built creation,you have the Biker spirit. You follow the Biker code. Live free or Die, Born to Ride and you wave to every Biker you pass while riding, whether there’s one passing by, or a run of 150! And always, respect the road. Love the road. Get lost every time you ride just for fun, and DON”T LOOK BACK!

Something happens when you put your ass to that leather seat. Something happens, when you grasp those handlebars. And that something, is called “excitement fueled love and passion for riding”! It’s the kind of passion that makes a man or woman dream of open roads. These feelings are strong and unyielding. Some of you have ridden since you were young. Clutching your Father or Mothers sides, holding on for dear life, and enjoying every moment. Is that when you decided you’d own a Bike someday? Or was it when you first laid eyes on that loud beast that flew down the road past your house. Either way, the outcome is the same. You are a BIKER! You are a Fearless speed-demon that can weave in and out of traffic and you love to feel the wind in your hair, and the bugs in your teeth!…..well, maybe not the latter, but certainly, you love that feeling of complete power.

Regardless of your reasons for doing it, you ride. On a brisk spring morning, or a clear summer day, you will take that machine out and let it take you for a ride. Because, after all, you aren’t the one in control. Your bike is the one that takes YOU for a ride!

I want to hear about these passions. I want to hear from REAL BIKERS. I want to get the inside dirt on everything Motorcycle related, and I’m going straight to the source to get it. I’m not going to look for professional journalists, writers or bloggers…I’m going to the community. The Biker community.

THAT’S WHAT THIS BLOG IS….IT’S REAL….AND YOU WILL DEFINITELY GET SOMETHING OUT OF READING THIS. PLEASE JOIN US IN CELEBRATING THE MOTORCYCLE AND IT’S COMMUNITY OF BIKERS! HEAR FROM REAL PEOPLE, WHO HAVE REAL STORIES TO SHARE. YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING, AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE A KNACK FOR WRITING, YOU TOO CAN PARTICIPATE. BECOME A BLOGGER FOR RATS ASS RACING. GIVE US SOMETHING TO READ THAT’S MEANINGFUL AND TRUSTWORTHY. IF YOU KNOW BIKES, YOUR QUALIFIED!

FOR ALL WHO KNOW MOTORCYCLE RIDERS ……

You Didn’t See Me -
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 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 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 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-post this, in hopes that people will understand the biker community. If you don’t re-post this, It sucks to be you. I hope you NEVER loose someone that rides..