Same, back in my 20s, I didn't think twice about it. Honestly never had any bad experiences on either sideyes. a fair amount. and i've been the hitchhiker as well.
Sounds like he needed a little patchouli oilWhen I was young I'd hitchhike or pick up hitchhikers because I hoped for someone willing to share their weed.
Later, maybe 15-20 years ago, as a paddler, I'd hitchhike or pick up other paddlers, as it was common to drop off your car at the take out and hitchhike back to the put in.
Added: I remember once in the 70s picking up some kid with a backpack, sleeping bag etc., obviously not just traveling locally. Once he got in the car it was also obvious he hadn't showered in a long time. No amount of weed could make up for that. Told him I needed to get off at the next exit but was happy to get him a little farther in his travels.
Man I never needed weed that bad. Though I will say it was my main motivation to get a job as a Dominos Pizza delivery driver in Santa Cruz. Tips in weed or invites inside for bong rips were an everyday occurrence.When I was young I'd hitchhike or pick up hitchhikers because I hoped for someone willing to share their weed.
Ever pick up a guy named Larry and his two brothers both named Darryl?rural VT has a lot of people who walk/hitch a good distance ("a fer piece": we call it) between towns and i gave rides to most before the pandemic. they dont put a thumb out anymore but, if i recognize them as ferpiecers, i'll pull over and ask em if they got a mask.
Why?7
That's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
had a buddy in Reno who was a pitboss in one of them tiny Nevada towns that only existed because of the casino for a few years, who claims to have gotten DUIs in/on a car, bike, golf cart & horse during his time there. he did the gas can thing (and wearing a suit as his duties required) to get to work until he gave up and moved to a flophouse next to a downtown Reno tower casino so he could "crawl home" from work if he had to.I knew a guy who had two DUI’s and lost his license. He lived 10 miles from the nearest bar. He purchased a gas can and would hitch hike to the bar every day, people thought he was out of gas, he would put the can in the back of the bar and then went inside. He told me he never waited more then five minutes for a ride, the gas station was across the street from the bar. He never did put gas in the can.
7 minutes abs.7
That's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
That's a commuting option in the DC area. We call it slugging. There are certain locations that people wait for cars to come pick them up so they can use HOV.DA RAIDERS said:In the right place, it’s fun.
In Jackson hole, parking is free if you 3+ in the car. My wife, daughter and I were walking to the shuttle stop, to go to the mountain. And a couple pulled over and asked us to jump so they’d get free parking. We happily piled in the back seat.
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking. /watersWhen I was young I'd hitchhike or pick up hitchhikers because I hoped for someone willing to share their weed.
Later, maybe 15-20 years ago, as a paddler, I'd hitchhike or pick up other paddlers, as it was common to drop off your car at the take out and hitchhike back to the put in.
Added: I remember once in the 70s picking up some kid with a backpack, sleeping bag etc., obviously not just traveling locally. Once he got in the car it was also obvious he hadn't showered in a long time. No amount of weed could make up for that. Told him I needed to get off at the next exit but was happy to get him a little farther in his travels.
I knew a guy who worked/drank in a bar who did the same but his apartment was upstairs of the bar itself (separate entrance in the back). His big daily achievement was crawling up the stairs at closing time and then crawling back down to work in the afternoon. Did at least keep him off the roads.had a buddy in Reno who was a pitboss in one of them tiny Nevada towns that only existed because of the casino for a few years, who claims to have gotten DUIs in/on a car, bike, golf cart & horse during his time there. he did the same thing (and wearing a suit as his duties required) to get to work until he gave up and moved to a flophouse next to a downtown Reno tower casino so he could "crawl home" from work if he had to.
I wouldn't even consider it with my wife and/or kids in the car.I guess my only barrier would be if I had kids w me, wouldn’t pick someone up with them. Otherwise, I figure why not help
if this thread keeps going, i'll end up having to tell my story of hitching from Susanville CA to Holland, MI without sleep (and 29¢ in my pocket). it's consensus Top 5.
Would love to know what your immediate reaction was when you first saw the cop car pull up.Many years ago (Christ, had to be almost 30 years now), but then girlfriend/current wife and I were somewhere in Atlanta. A woman comes flying out of a building, screaming for help. We let her jump in the car as she’s yelling “GOGOGO!!” Just as a start to pull back onto the street, a cop car comes screeching in directly in front of us. Girl jumps out and tries to run, but is immediately caught. Wife and I are briefly questioned, then sent on our way.
First and last time…