I saw you crazy driver
To the editor:
This letter is for a BMW racing across the causeway one fine Friday morning. I was a few cars behind you, watching as you sped down McGregor, weaving around cars to get some advantage before the toll booth. You cut off one landscaping truck and sped through the left lane.
Of course, like the rest of us, you were stuck a few cars behind yet another landscaping truck. A common sight at 7:30 in the morning. But on the first causeway island, you decided to make a run for it in the right lane. You were able to skip ahead a few cars, and managed to merge back into traffic without causing an accident, but I doubt the cars you cut off (yet again) shared in your joy.
As you stayed tethered to the bumper of the car in front of you, and maybe due to my odd Friday morning mood, I decided to give a call to the police and let them know you were on your way.
I suggested that perhaps they would like to give you a welcoming committee. The dispatcher said they couldn’t pull you over unless they witnessed you committing a violation, but she would let the officers know to be on the lookout.
As it so happened, a police car saw you passing the Dairy Queen and turned around to follow you. You pulled into the 7-11 — maybe your emergency was getting a coffee and some donuts before the clock struck 8. I don’t know if the officer followed you in to share a coffee with you while discussing the finer points of driving. I had other places to be.
Perhaps some would rush to judgment and make assumptions about you being entitled based on your behavior and the emblem on your trunk.
I won’t guess at what motivated you to speed onto the island. But as I passed the morning joggers and the children waiting for the school bus, I considered what I would want you to hear if I had the chance to talk to you. I would just say this: Please, slow down. We’re on island time.