Razorblade can’t stop me
I was up visiting Cane Creek Falls with my buddy Gaige. It was a 2 hour drive from Nashville in the peak of Fall. The scenery was beautiful and the roads flowed through the landscape like water down a river. It wasn’t until the last three miles of the trip that I saw my tire pressure light turn on.
Oh no…
Prior to making this trip, I had spent the previous Wednesday trying to get my hands on a new spare tire. The last thing I wanted was to be up in the middle of nowhere, Tennessee needing one. Long story short, my quest to find a new tire was unsuccessful, and my concerns of needing a functional spare were unfolding in real time.
We hiked to the bottom of Falling Water Falls - a beautiful 160 ft waterfall - when we got back to the car my tire was flat... Oh boy.
Before we get into that though, here are some pictures from the hike down…
So, yeah, as you can see, it’s pretty great stuff.
The group photo featured Gaige and me joined alongside some professional cliff jumpers. The weather was fantastic, and the scenery was so gorgeous that upon returning to my car and finding a flat tire, it didn’t bring my mood down one bit. All the guys seemed almost excited about the opportunity to show off their manliness by changing the tire. Before we changed it, though, we leveraged the little sunlight we had left to go check out Cane Creek Falls.
The jumpers were eager to hit the falls. Unfortunately, a hiker had fallen on the cable trail earlier in the day and sustained some pretty serious injuries. There were several ambulances and every park ranger imaginable at the spot, so jumping it was virtually impossible. The Cable trail was the only way out, and with it would’ve come some handcuffs for anybody returning soaking wet.
I would like to return here in the summer or spring of 2026 and get a proper sesh. So much potential for great photos and videos. Hopefully no more potential for flat tires.
After changing my spare, I went to crank up my engine and get out of there. No dice. In the process my battery had died. We jump-started it, and I began my slow descent out of the state park. I quickly realized that I wasn’t crazy for trying so hard to find a new spare earlier that week. My spare had never been used, and it showed.
My spare was a slow leaker. One minute it was at 60 psi, the next it was at 50, and soon it was too low to drive on. I drove as far as I felt comfortable with and then pulled off to the side to begin reinflating it. It took me about an hour to get to Dunlap, TN, the closest town. The man featured in the photos above is named Roy Bosley. He is who Triple A sent to save me as I waited at Circle K.
It’s worth noting that I can’t remember a time in my life where I felt so content in uncertainty. It was an hour before Roy arrived, my plans had been upended, and I was so happy. The way I look at it, if a flat tire were to be the worst car trouble I had this trip, then I ought to consider myself extremely lucky.
Roy was exactly how you’d imagine he would be. I opened up the cab door and was greeted by Slipknot’s Psychosocial. I talked to this man for 3 hours as he took me south. He was so kind, crazy, and introspective all at the same time. Game 7 of the World Series was on, and I tried to keep him updated as play unfolded. He could not have cared less and let me know it, which I really really respected. He told me his life story and taught me a thing or two about the truck driving business. Most importantly, he got me home safely and did it with a great attitude. He was happy with the work and I was happy with the ride. It really worked out quite nicely.