Good Morning, Mr. T Love

Morning “Mr. T Love”

Had about 3 hours of sleep last night, for some reason I couldn’t fall asleep after a tiring workout. But I love waking up early for work, one of the benefits is that traffic is just way too smooth; I can drive 90mph in a steady pace without cutting off too much slow morning traffic. The 20 minute drive to Richmond from San Leandro is just overwhelming and well worth the lack of sleep (kinda).

This morning though, it was a little different. I had to cut off traffic..not because I was running late..but I had to in attempt to save a life. Passing the 14th Ave. exit today, I spotted a newer model Cadillac was zooming right pass me while I was already going between 85mph – 90 mph. This driver didn’t amaze me too much as a speeder, but his license plate was definitely interesting, it reads “MRTLOVE”. Right at that moment, my cloudy morning judgment told my reactions to catch up to this guy and see how “Mr. T Love” looks like..maybe he looks like t-pain? At about 90 – 95mph, I finally matched speed with this Cadillac; it was just a typical black man tipping his head listening to music. Just when I thought it was time to slow it back down, I heard something through my opened windows that was out of the ordinary, something you just don’t recognize on the same freeway you drive everyday…Then the corner of my eye saw one of”Mr. T Love” ‘s tire was completely flat, and he was already riding on his rim…..@ 95 freaking mph. Knowing he can lose control anytime with that type of speed, I tried to signal him by waving and honking. With his loud music and his cocky attitude, “Mr. T Love” thought I was signaling for a race (especially how my car looks), so he sped off, going pass what was already 95 mph. I was thinking “Holy shit, this guy is about to kill himself”. At that very moment, I had 2 options in my head.
A. Catch up and try to stop him from going further or B. Leave him and let him be, or else I will get caught into an accident.

Knowing my dumb ass, plan A was the way to go. I knew there would be complications trying to get next to “Mr. T Love” (who was on the fastest lane) because multiple freeway junctions were approaching (980 to Downtown Oakland, 80 to SF, 80 to Richmond/Vallejo) and people were starting to merge into to different lanes. My only option was to down shift, cutting 4 lanes all the way to the right, then cutting 3 lanes all the way back to the 2nd fastest lane. Dangerous, but I did it. I signaled “Mr. T Love” again and this time, he knew something was wrong. He opened his window and asked me “Wasup?” At that time, his rim was getting ready to spark up some flames. I started doing weird hand signals to get my message across, I point then put my arm across my chest and shifted it left and right..i felt kinda stupid while doing it but “Mr. T Love” finally realized whats happening and he mouthed “thank you”. I smiled and knowing that my decision was indeed not dumb after all, and thank god he didn’t mistaken me for doing a Michael Jackson tribute dance.

“Mr. T Love” would have definitely hurt or killed himself if I chose plan B and ignore what was happening. At the rate of speed (90-100 mph) he was going, it would have only taken him a few more miles to blow out his tire and lose control of his rear end, especially being on the fastest lane on the right, he would more than likely smash into the center divider. I guess the main motivation towards my actions was that I would want someone to tell me if I had a flat, and I would have appreciated it so much. I felt pretty good after seeing him pulling off to the side on my rearview mirror, I felt like I just prevented a life being loss on a beautiful Summer morning.

This is lonnggg..bored at work syndrome