Todie's Wild Ride; Bikers Poem (disappeared or held hostage)

If this geocoin is shown to you, please explain to the person that is showing it, this geocoin is not to be kept.
This geocoin is owned by me and it needs to be dropped in a geocache.
The purpose of this geocoin is to travel from cache to cache.
Thank you...

The goal of this coin is to spread the message of Bike Awareness, while travelling from cache to cache anywhere in the world.

Please don't use the "took it" to or "visited" option, just drop the geocoin in the next cache you visit that is save and big enough to hold coins.
Let others enjoy and log this geocoin too. It is NOT the goal of this geocoin to make as much miles as possible, neither to keep track of all geocaches you have visited. Please use your own trackable to do so.

Please be careful to drop this coin at events. Those are high risk place to loose coins.

The above mentioned logs will be removed.
 Thank you...

On August 12, 2008, Tod Phillips was riding a motorcycle when he was killed in an accident caused by a left turning vehicle. Tod was the third member of Team Rod & Tod w/KAboom. This coin is released in his memory.
 
 
THE 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 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 were 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.
 
 
 
•I hope you never loose 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'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY – LIVE TO RIDE . . . . RIDE TO LIVE
 
     
May you rest in peace Tod