Rick Hinton Class of 1967

Rick Hinton Class of 1967

Rick er Richard Hinton

Florida Power and Light Co., Production Specialist, 39 years.

Two Daughters

One grandson Richard Garrett age 14

Resides in Palm Coast, Florida

Go Coastal Not Postal...Flagler Beach, Florida

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 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 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.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand
the biker
Community. If
You don't repost this, I hope you never lose someone that
rides.

Happy Trails

Some Page Links

Current Home Page

Ride Picture --- Motorcycle Rides and Eating LOL..

Live Radio Remotes --- A Collection of Live Remote Pictures

The Heart Beat of Flagler County --- Internet radio at it's best

POW/MIA Freedom Fighters --- Accounting of POW/MIAs

To Email Rick

Oldies Radio (The Jukebox of Flagler) Catch D.J. Rick Live most Tuesday Nights 7 to 9 pm.

Motorcycle Wisdom

Most motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle.

Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 60 mph!

You start the game of life with a full pot of luck and an empty pot of experience.....the object is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.

The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rearview mirror.

Never be afraid to slow down.

Sometimes it takes a whole tank full of fuel before you can think straight.

Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll ride alone.

Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.

If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.

Never do less than forty miles before breakfast.

A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

Respect the person who has seen the dark side of motorcycling and lived.

Young riders pick a destination and go. Old riders pick a direction and go.
Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to stop for the night.

Work to ride and ride to work.

Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.

The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome.

Handlebars are the best frame for a sunrise.

When you're riding lead, don't spit.

A friend is someone who will get out of bed at 2 am and drive his pickup to the middle of nowhere to get your bike when it's broken down and won't ask you, "what the hell were you doing?"

Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt at 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

There's something ugly about a bike on a trailer.

Don't lead the pack if you don't know where your going.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.

Don't argue with an 18 wheeler.

If you ride like there's no tomorrow, there won't be.

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.