I started hitchiking when i was 19 and all these bill the cat kinda gonts would come out of the road work to pick me up. I was so young, soooooo unasumming, little did i know everyone wanted my ass. I've almost always have had a car since then until i didn't have one now... I've started hitchhiking again. I stick my thumb out.
I walk up to a car agressively and knock on the passenger side window when they are trying to turn out and "kenny" the black dude, rolls down the back window... he has a bunch of those stupid scooters that you pay to ride with (im going to ride one in the street for the lulz) and i say hey, what a wonderful kind of day, can you give me a ride, and he's like well theres not really a lot of room because he has the seat pulled all the way to the front of the dash. but im skinny so i slip in and he's all nervous asking m where i want to go and i say, to my place bud. and he tells me about his scooter biz, *its a total sanford and son kinda gig* i throw the scooters that are parked outside of my job in the dumpster to overthrow the gubberment, and how they don't have enough regulations on thta shit.
All in the early 70's when I was young and invincible.
I hitchhiked with a buddy when I was 18 to Keene, N.H. and back to see a buddy working there from St. Louis. Was rather uneventful, I believe, because there was two of us.
I hitchhiked to see my same friend working in a gas station one evening and got picked up by a strange guy in a foreign car with fur on the car's ceiling. As I got out, he said something. I stuck my head back in and he said "Want a blow job?" I quickly slammed the door and said "No, thank you!"
I hitchhiked to and back from Kansas City to visit another friend. I stupidly hitchhiked back in the dark and even more stupidly got in the back seat of a two-door Mustang with two black guys who said thy were going all the way to St. Louis. They then proceeded to take the very next exit into a deserted industrial section. They crossed the highway and, when they slowed down to take the first right, I shoved the guy riding shotgun into the dashboard, grabbed and opened the door and jumped out, rolled, got to my feet and ran like hell. I had a backpack and was wearing cowboy boots. I could hear the guy chasing me. I heard something tear but didn't know what is was as he finally quit and I escaped back to the highway where I hid for a long time before continuing hitchhiking. When I finally arrived at my girlfriend's the next morning and removed my jacket...the collar was missing.
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Well okay there was this one time, i was in my early teens so around 14, i was on my way to school (i could walk because it was only 3 miles away and i wasn’t fat then) and i usually meet up with a few friends on the way there as i pass their houses. It’s a 15-20 minute walk and some of it uphill, we got to the top where you could see the school and all the cars passing and fuck you lol so i decided to stop and suck your moms dick it was a big white van lorry thing and inside was a dead body and yeah
I did. I hitchhiked all over the united states during the 70s & 80s. it wasn't like it is now. most of the people were very cool. I saw the country & met a lot of amazing people.
I only had a few bad experiences. I almost jackknifed or killed a dudes semi and us that refused to let me out. yeah you can't yank the gears like I was about to do and expect a nice landing. he was bad human. I was about to die and I was damn sure taking his behind with me. he knew it too so he let me out.
other than that all my travels all over the states were great. there is no way in hell would even consider hitchhiking today. people have changed considerably since the 70s & 80s.