Mike saved me.
Okay, maybe that's too dramatic. Too hyperbolic. Too Hollywood...
Mike helped me out a whole lot.
My car broke down on the southbound 405 just north of Fairview. And I tried to get over but the closest I got was 3 lanes from the shoulder (which in the grand scheme of things might as well have been the fast lane). I called my Dad to see if we still had triple A. I called Rachel to let her know what was going on. I called a tow truck service.
"30 to 45 minutes."
30 to 45 minutes of dirty looks, near accidents, whizzing cars, Colin Cowherd (not a bad thing)... 30 to 45 minutes of being "that guy" and inconveniencing everyone's morning commute.
Then Mike showed up. And stopped on the shoulder. And got out of his truck and stopped traffic and walked over to my car and helped me push it over to the shoulder.
What's your name?
Thank you so much. Do you have a card?
"No. Don't worry about it. Just do something nice for someone else."
Rad... Pretty much left me speechless.
So yeah. Mike helped me out a whole lot. And, hopefully, I can make someone else's day some time soon...