On the way home from work earlier this week, I took the back way to avoid traffic from the main roads. I stopped at a red light and a few moments later two bikers pulled up next to me. From my peripheral vision I saw that they were two big black guys. I didn’t want to look over to them fearing that it would signal that I wanted the BBC. I always make sure not to set off any BBC radars unnecessarily. I gazed straight ahead waiting for the light to turn green, when suddenly out of no where I heard the first familiar notes of Bruno Mars’ “Locked Out of Heaven.”
I looked down at my dashboard to see if my radio was on – it wasn’t. I looked around to see if there was a white 19-year-old college girl who was getting ready for a weekend of clubbing by blasting her favorite party jam – there wasn’t. In fact, there wasn’t anyone around except for the two bikers… and one of them had the song playing on full blast. Accidentally, I made eye contact with the large black biker who Bruno’d me. I nodded my head once, ever so slightly, as a sign of affirmation and gave him a thumbs up; he gave me an thumbs up in return.
Eventually the light turned green and I made a left and headed home. I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure they weren’t following me. I’m not racist – I can’t be… I’m brown. No, they weren’t following me. What I did see was the reflection of a big biker dude fist-pumping to the bass of that little Asian boy’s song.
Bruno Mars “Locked Out of Heaven” video
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