07/03/2025
PLEASE READ!!! SLOW DOWN AND MOVE OVER!!!! This is a law in all 50 states!!!!
I can’t believe I’m even writing this. Today, our family lost one of our own. DJ at just the age of 24 was one of our drivers, one of our brothers who was killed on the side of 287 because someone couldn’t be bothered to slow down or move over. He was out there doing his job. Helping someone in need. Standing on the shoulder with his lights flashing, clearly visible, clearly working and someone’s complete negligence and lack of attention ended his life in an instant.
DJ wasn’t just a coworker. He was family. He was one of the kindest, most helpful, sweetest, and friendliest people you could ever meet. He would give you the shirt off his back, help a stranger without a second thought, and somehow always had a smile on his face even in the toughest situations. He made people feel safe. He made people feel seen. He made this world better just by being in it.
And now he’s gone. Just like that. Because someone didn’t think his life was worth slowing down for.
We are a towing family. This is what we do day in and day out. We put ourselves in danger every time we step out of that truck. And every time, we pray we make it back home. But today, DJ didn’t. He did everything right, and still, it wasn’t enough to protect him from someone else’s carelessness. Someone who didn’t think twice. Someone who will get to go home tonight while we sit here shattered, angry, and devastated beyond words.
We are done staying quiet. This isn’t just about one person it’s about all of us. It’s about every man and woman who works the road. Tow truck drivers, police officers, EMTs, utility workers anyone who stands on that shoulder putting their life on the line. We are not invisible. We are not disposable.
SLOW THE F**K DOWN. MOVE THE F**K OVER. It’s not a suggestion. It’s the law. And more importantly, it’s the bare minimum you can do to not kill someone.
DJ should be here right now. Laughing. Talking s**t in the yard. Answering a call. Living. But instead, no amount of anger, heartbreak, or tears will bring him back.
Say his name. Remember his face. Remember his light. And remember the rage and pain behind these words the next time you see flashing lights on the shoulder. Because you don’t get to say “I didn’t see him” when someone dies. That excuse doesn’t bring someone’s dad or brother or son back. That excuse doesn’t work when you’re the reason someone’s life is over.
Rest easy, DJ. We will never stop saying your name. And we will never stop fighting for you. We will continue to carry your chains from here
Slow down. Move over. Or get the hell off the road.
