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Apr 30 2012

Bikers Eat Broccoli

I was standing in line at the grocery store yesterday. In front of me was a “biker”. He had long hair that was held back in a pony tail. He had on a leather vest and a thick leather belt with a large belt buckle. He was wearing big black boots with a buckle. This was not a pilgrim. A pilgrim’s boot  buckle is in the front. This guy had buckles on the side.  He was big and he was burly. He had on a hat with a famous motorcycle logo on it. The dead giveaway was the bugs in his teeth.

O.K.! The last sentence wasn’t true. He had no bugs in his teeth. In fact I didn’t see his teeth at all  He was not smiling.

I don’t know if it was the skull and crossbone tattoo with the snake coiled and poking out of the eye socket staring me down but my first instinct was to not make any eye contact, to stay a little distant. I was a little bit nervous but my curiosity got to me and I started to peruse the items he had just taken out of his cart and placed on the grocery conveyer belt. I don’t know what I was expecting. Eye of newt? Toe of frog?  I wasn’t sure. I began to smile. This biker likes broccoli. He had a great big bunch of it. He also had beans. French Cut style. I love broccoli and beans. He and I clearly had something in common. My eyes widened and I took a step  closer. Fresh bread and a package of bologna. Clearly a kid at heart. One step closer. The cashier lifted a large package of spare ribs. Oh….isn’t that nice. He’s probably having a barbecue. Next a jar of peanut butter. Absolutely adorable!

I realized how quickly I had judged him based on his appearance.  He still looked tough and never cracked a smile. Then I thought; how often do you see bikers smiling ear to ear on their bikes? Or shouting, ” I love riding my motorcycle, weeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  No wonder they have such a stereotype of being so hard. It’s not their fault though. Do you realize how fast and hard things like insects hit you while driving a motorcycle. I’ve been on one and trust me, you do not want to be opening your mouth wide and squealing with delight. You might end up with a bee or a fly lodged in your throat. You have to keep your mouth shut. It’s not to be tough, it’s to avoid getting bugs in your teeth. I am sure of it.

I have a brother that to anyone else, looks like a biker. He has the long hair and the ponytail and an earing and a big motorcycle and leather and boots. Do I see him as tough. No I don’t. I see him as a strong guy with strong opinions not everyone likes. But he would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it and he did give me the shirt off his back, literally. I was about 7 years old and I had followed him and his friends to Chrysler Hills to ride their bikes along the paths behind the plant. At one point, I cut my knee on a piece of glass. My brother came to my aid and took his white t-shirt off his back and wrapped it around my gaping wound. He rode beside me all the way back home. I needed two stitches. I was so grateful and I will never forget it. He saved my life before as well, from drowning. I was swimming in a neighbours pool and on a dare was swimming as best as I could under water. I was plugging my nose and splashing my feet and of course I had my eyes closed. When I came up for air and to see how far I had swam, I found myself in the deep end of the pool. I panicked and down I went. I don’t remember much in between other than my brother pulling me up to the surface and holding onto me until I got to the safe side of the pool. I sputtered and coughed the entire way. He gave me a bit of a scolding and an imaginary line in the pool that I was not to cross. He saved me again.

They say you are what you eat. According to the dietary habits of this broccoli ingesting biker, I’d say he was just a regular guy who clearly had concerns over taking care of his health.  And on some level, even if it just be according to Canada’s Food Guide, we had a few things in common, like our vegetable choices. I hope he had fun at his barbeque. He taught me a lesson today.

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  1. Tim Stewart

    Bikers are people too………lol…….Thanks for noticing.

    Love the blog Connie.

  2. Samantha Meloche

    Mom- you make me smile. You are such a talented writer and give me so many laughs while reading this blog. Keep writing. I need the smiles! =)

  3. Maureen

    Loved reading this!!! 🙂

  4. Mona

    While we were on vacation we went to a restaurant on Venice Beach. The only table available was next to a bunch of loud “biker’s.” I was not thrilled initially because I was already imagining the language the kids might hear. A few minutes after we were seated, they packed up their left overs and walked away. We all watched as they walked over to the beach area where a homeless man was and gave him their left overs. The “biker’s” made his day! On the outside, tough black leather; on the inside, a big warm heart.

    1. Constance Stewart Meloche

      Love this story! Thanks for replying with it.

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