Point Cook Motorcycle Club will be meeting every Saturday morning at the Waterstone Cafe, Sanctuary Lakes. The aim is to get to know local motorcyclists and go for rides. Point Cook Motorcycle Club is open to any type of motorised 2 and 3 wheeled motorcycle. To become a member all you need is a valid motorcycle licence, enjoy the company of other motorcyclists, and be community minded. The club aims to be actively involved in the community, with fundraisers such as the Pink Ribbon Ride, the CFA Fire relief ride, Prostate Cancer Ride and other community events. We meet from 9am, for coffee, breakfast and a yarn, Vince and his wife Lina welcome the PCMC to their cafe. You'll find the Waterstone cafe at Greg Norman Drive right along the lake. If people are interested to go for a ride we'll organise that on the day. Long term the club is hoping to organise weekend trips away and interstate and overseas motorcycle trips.

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Point Cook Motorcycle Club will again be involved in the organising of the Pink Ribbon Ride. Organisers Marcel Gomperts, Alex Money and Dan Mumby have secured the fund-raising event for the Cancer Council Victoria with the Point Cook Town Centre, who will host the event on Sunday OCTOBER 25th 2009.

2008 was a great start, with just 4 weeks to organise the event, and many clubs already committed to small local rides, the attendence of around 200 bikes, was, whilst small, a great crowd all the same.

If your club would like to find our how to be involved, take a look at the 2009 Pink Ribbon Ride.

There's a lot of talk in the Australian media about bikie's, and the demonising of them....just because the behaviour of a few who happen to ride bikes.But this is Australia, we are not racist (nor should we be). We look beyond the colour of a man's skin, and recognise him for his heart and his deeds.  So why do we assume that all people who ride bikes, or are part of a bike club, are criminals?

Don't be fooled, this is not an issue about bikers - this is about what's in your heart.

Is it the fear of others --- that horrible seed planted by others, to make you afraid?

Or is it compassion, and the ability to see beyond the outer layer?

What this comes down to - Are you a slave, or a free man? Free to form your own opinions, and control your own thoughts, or do you allow yourself be controlled by the agenda of others?

You can decide to be free, or accept others agenda, but you can't have both.

So ask yourself. "What's in my heart?"

 I saw you; hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $20 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the footpath. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local shopping centre.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the bushfire 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 do the Christmas Toy Run for under-privileged kids.

 I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Be Brave & Shave.

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 where born or 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 she 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!!

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