(Non) Wandering Wednesday

I KNOW, I KNOW, I need to recap my return to the Exodus Conference from this past weekend. It’s coming, I promise. The conference was amazing, and I’m still unpacking so much from the experience. You can check back Monday for the first in a series of Exodus blog posts.

In the meantime, I wanted to thank EVERYONE who read/responded to my last blog post, “Quarter-Life Confessions of a Gay Christian.” In just a week, it’s become my second most popular post of all-time, and the comments/messages/emails of support have overwhelmed me with gratitude. Thank you, all. I can’t wait to share more of my story in the coming months.

Also in the meantime, I thought I’d share a recent adventure in the form of a sorta-but-not-really Wandering Wednesday video — one that features my unfortunate non-wandering circumstances.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the recorded tale of my first flat tire and the 90-minute adventure that was replacing it.

Please do enjoy my misery; I sure did.

Interactive question: what’s your most memorable vehicular moment? Humorous or humorously disastrous stories only, of course.

  • Rebecka

    About a month ago, I stepped out from my massage appointment, all loose and relaxed, only to find that my father’s car (which he’d been generous enough to lend me that day) was not in the parking space where I’d left it an hour earlier. In fact, it was a few yards behind the parking space, with the bumper wrapped neatly around the back end of a SUV. Trust me, I will never forget the handbrake again.

    • TMZ

      Ouch, that’s crazy. Yeah, I’ve become obsessive with the hand brake in recent years. Probably overly so, but better safe than sorry I suppose!

  • This is definitely an important skill to learn.

    A few years ago, a friend of mine noticed that I had a flat when I was away from the house. He decided to be a good neighbor and change the tire for me. Little did he (and I) know he had put the tire on backwards (yes, this is possible). The next morning when I went to leave for work, my car wouldn’t even move. Nothing a tow truck and a mechanic couldn’t fix. šŸ™‚

    • TMZ

      I’m so glad I vaguely remembered those childhood lessons on changing a tire! Took me almost 2 hours to actually accomplish, but I got it done.

  • MLYaksh

    My most memorable… wow- I have a LONG list of car disasters to recount. But… the best would be the time I was driving my truck on my grandparents’ property.
    First, it had no power steering. Second, I was driving on winding roads up and down hills. My only place to turn around was at the bottom of a hill. While making said turn around via a 20 point turn, the truck died. Like, completely. While perpendicular to the main entrance to the property. My brother and two friends had to push it into a small ditch so as to clear the entrance until we could tow it away in a few days.
    And that’s just one of many stories…