We had an awesome weekend! We met alot of nice people and made some great contacts! The winner of the Glass jar of Gumballs was Denna Bouthner with a guess of 37 away from the total of 1,358!! Incredible!! She also wins a Fallen Riders Memorial Fund t-shirt and Hat, it was alot of fun!!! Watch for our next events, we will keep you posted!! Thanks again to everyone who came out to see us and supported us, it’s because of all of you that we are able to help the families who need it ❤
The Fallen Riders Memorial Fund Florida had so much fun last weekend in Daytona we are going out again this weekend! Come see us at Thunder by the Bay at the Sarasota Fairgrounds….free entrance into the fairgrounds and a guaranteed good time..Stop by our tent and say Hello and guess how many gumballs are in the jar to win a prize!..See ya there!! 
We have added more raffle prizes each day, you gotta play to win!! Don’t miss out!!! Saturday Feb 10, be at 316 Main St. Station, Daytona Beach at 9:30 am for registration!!
With our Poker Run less than a week away, we’d like to give a huge shout out to our most recent sponsors for their generous donations of raffle items to our Event! Thank you to Uber and Picaboo for helping to make this event a success!!
Welcome to the Fallen Riders Memorial Fund;
Designed by bikers to help bikers. On behalf of the board of directors, the families we will help, and myself; I would like to extend our extreme gratitude to you for taking a moment to learn about us. We hope you can help by making a donation to assist in our effort to help the Fallen Rider as well as the injured one. Together we can build the Fallen Riders Memorial Fund Florida into something truly special that can be a great help to those in need, offering immediate assistance when they need it most. It’s people, companies, events and organizations that make this all possible, without you and the help of others we would not exist. If you are interested, we have items you can purchase, such as t-shirts and bandannas and as always your donation is 100% tax deductible. Won’t you please make a pledge to help today? Nothing is too small and we also need volunteers, sponsors and event invitations to help create awareness. Please contact mewith any questions or concerns.
Sincerely Yours,
Raymond Flynn
Executive Director
941-685-0795
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 outside the store as I walked in.
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 flick ed your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at yo ur 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 d rove 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.
LIVE TO RIDE . . . RIDE TO LIVE
