Joey Ketcham
This is a semi-entertaining adventure.
So tonight I get done editing some video and at that point I'm tired, but I'm also restless and knew if I laid down I wouldn't be able to go to sleep, especially when it's right after I'm doing some sort of creative activity like video editing because in the end my mind is still going a 100 MPH trying to think of how I can do this or that, or improve that, and just coming up with ideas.
So knowing I wouldn't be able to go to sleep right away, I decided to go out driving around. Someone told me of a location out in the country where there was some storm damage from Thursday night's storm, so I thought ah-ha.. I'll drive out there, look at the damage, come home and by that time I should be ready to sleep. So I drive out there, which is like 6 miles from town, I see the storm damage (which consisted of large branches down, small trees' down) and then I begin my adventure home.. then my tire goes flat.
Here's the kicker, the place it went flat is on a road known as "Witches Hollow". There is a long legend about the road about a witch that haunts the road, and story about a guy being killed out there in the 70's. It's in the middle of nowhere, the road is basically a tunnel because the tree's cover the road. I'm like screw that, I'm not changing the tire right there. I slowly drive down the road, get about 2 miles from there and begin changing my tire.
I jack my Expedition up as high as the jack would go, I got the flat tire off but then I ran into trouble... the Expedition wasn't jacked up high enough to put my spare tire on. I though ok, I'll put the flat back on, lower it and reposition the jack. Nope, couldn't get the flat tire back on either. Apparently there was still just enough air to keep it inflated enough to prevent me from getting it put back on the wheel.
So I'm in the middle of nowhere, about 2 miles from "Witches Hollow" with my Expedition jacked up and unable to put my spare tire on and unable to put the flat tire back on. I only have 1 jack. I couldn't lower it, that would have ruined the wheel. It was like 1 AM too.
I got ahold of my brother, he somehow was able to understand my directions and made it out there with another jack. I got the spare on, made it home..
That was my fun adventure Friday night.. it was frustrating at the time, but I can't help but laugh at the situation.
So tonight I get done editing some video and at that point I'm tired, but I'm also restless and knew if I laid down I wouldn't be able to go to sleep, especially when it's right after I'm doing some sort of creative activity like video editing because in the end my mind is still going a 100 MPH trying to think of how I can do this or that, or improve that, and just coming up with ideas.
So knowing I wouldn't be able to go to sleep right away, I decided to go out driving around. Someone told me of a location out in the country where there was some storm damage from Thursday night's storm, so I thought ah-ha.. I'll drive out there, look at the damage, come home and by that time I should be ready to sleep. So I drive out there, which is like 6 miles from town, I see the storm damage (which consisted of large branches down, small trees' down) and then I begin my adventure home.. then my tire goes flat.
Here's the kicker, the place it went flat is on a road known as "Witches Hollow". There is a long legend about the road about a witch that haunts the road, and story about a guy being killed out there in the 70's. It's in the middle of nowhere, the road is basically a tunnel because the tree's cover the road. I'm like screw that, I'm not changing the tire right there. I slowly drive down the road, get about 2 miles from there and begin changing my tire.
I jack my Expedition up as high as the jack would go, I got the flat tire off but then I ran into trouble... the Expedition wasn't jacked up high enough to put my spare tire on. I though ok, I'll put the flat back on, lower it and reposition the jack. Nope, couldn't get the flat tire back on either. Apparently there was still just enough air to keep it inflated enough to prevent me from getting it put back on the wheel.
So I'm in the middle of nowhere, about 2 miles from "Witches Hollow" with my Expedition jacked up and unable to put my spare tire on and unable to put the flat tire back on. I only have 1 jack. I couldn't lower it, that would have ruined the wheel. It was like 1 AM too.
I got ahold of my brother, he somehow was able to understand my directions and made it out there with another jack. I got the spare on, made it home..
That was my fun adventure Friday night.. it was frustrating at the time, but I can't help but laugh at the situation.
