STORY TIME: This weekend marks a year since my most infamous misadventure in video production.
Picture this: Kinsley, Kansas. Middle of nowhere, dirt roads, and cornfields for miles. I had driven 8 hours solo from Colorado to capture b-roll for a luxury hunting outfitter.
The shoot went smoothly, and by Sunday night, I decided to get a head start and drive home through the night, hoping to arrive around 2-3 AM.
As I pulled out of the dirt driveway, the sky opened up into a thunderstorm. No big deal, I figured – just a cozy drive home. About an hour in, the rain intensified, and I hadn’t seen a single car.
Then, I heard it – the dreaded warble. Flat tire.
I was stranded on a dark farm road in the pouring rain, surrounded by endless cornfields. After the initial panic, I knew I had to change the tire. With only my phone flashlight and the rain pouring down, I pulled out my tire kit.
Thankfully, I had a donut tire. However, I quickly realized I needed the special locking lug-nut key. After some frantic searching, I found it in the car's front compartment.
But it was too dark to see anything. I pulled out one of my video light stands, attached a 60W light, covered it with a t-shirt, and began changing the tire in the mud, in the rain, on a Kansas dirt road.
After what felt like forever, I finally got the donut on and drove cautiously toward the nearest town, Hays, Kansas, an hour away. By this point, it was nearly 10 PM, and I knew I couldn’t make it home on a donut tire, so I found a hotel and decided to deal with the tire in the morning.
Feeling optimistic the next day, I figured I’d be back in Colorado by lunch. That is, until I couldn’t find the locking lug-nut key to replace the donut with a new tire. I tore the car apart, but no luck.
Panic set in again. I realized no mechanic could help without the key, and ripping it off would cost thousands.
I had one last idea: go back to the spot where I changed the tire. Using a photo I had taken the night before, I pinpointed the location with Apple Maps and drove back, still on the donut.
When I arrived, I spent a few minutes searching the muddy roadside, and there it was – the tiny stainless steel lug nut stuck in the mud. Relief and frustration washed over me.
I drove back to Hays, got a new tire at Walmart, and finally made my way home. I’ve never been so happy to sleep in my own bed.
Moral of the story:
1. Life throws unexpected problems your way, no matter how prepared you are.
2. ADHD can really suck sometimes.
3. I’m never going back to Kansas.
Digital Producer, Editor & Creative Storyteller
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