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 tossed 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 kids.
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 how I have their names written upon 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.
John, the poem was very appropriate for Jeff. Dave and I talked with him a lot at our 20th reunion and when he walked in with all the Harley gear on and long hair some of our McClellan crew even stared! I wanted to share something that Jeff said to us. At that time, he was a youth director at his church and he loved his job with the kids! He had changed his life and was trying to do his part to help out a group of teenagers by sharing his story. Jeff was always such a sweet person and kind to everyone, I hate that we have lost him.
Very well put Big John .. people tend to "stereo type" bikers or people in leathers as "rough" or "low class." Some of the greastest people I've met over the years are "bikers" and I would trust them much quicker than most people I know. I remember Jeff from school, always had a little bit of a crush on him. That whole bad boy image, you know? Its a shame when we lose someone, but more so when they have struggled to change and to help make changes in our youth.
rest in peace..Jeff and I were close at Cloverdale junior high when Dana Laha had a huge crush on him and I would talk to him about her...he was awesome
Motorcycle accident.
John Big John Cohen
YOU DIDNT SEE ME...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 tossed 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 kids.
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 how I have their names written upon 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!!
Bendi L. Darnell (Toland)
John, the poem was very appropriate for Jeff. Dave and I talked with him a lot at our 20th reunion and when he walked in with all the Harley gear on and long hair some of our McClellan crew even stared! I wanted to share something that Jeff said to us. At that time, he was a youth director at his church and he loved his job with the kids! He had changed his life and was trying to do his part to help out a group of teenagers by sharing his story. Jeff was always such a sweet person and kind to everyone, I hate that we have lost him.Cyndi Jones (Sweger)
Very well put Big John .. people tend to "stereo type" bikers or people in leathers as "rough" or "low class." Some of the greastest people I've met over the years are "bikers" and I would trust them much quicker than most people I know. I remember Jeff from school, always had a little bit of a crush on him. That whole bad boy image, you know? Its a shame when we lose someone, but more so when they have struggled to change and to help make changes in our youth.Simione Renee Howard
rest in peace..Jeff and I were close at Cloverdale junior high when Dana Laha had a huge crush on him and I would talk to him about her...he was awesome