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.....back in the day.
I did once, late 1980's, great story. Last edited by Shoeless Moe; 02-11-2021 at 02:02 PM. |
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Many, many times during college in Minnesota 1977-81. Had good luck, but it could get a tad cold.
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I hitchhiked from Jersey to Florida back in 1984, took about 2 days.
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All the time. It used to be 'normal' for us in NYC/Long Island...despite what our mothers told us.
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Across Canada (Victoria, B.C. to Halifax), summer of 1974.
Across Europe (11 countries), summer/fall of 1975. Edmonton, Alberta to La Paz, Mexico, spring/ summer of 1981. Phoenix, Arizona to Toronto -- via Deep South, Eastern seaboard -- fall of 1981. First two trips were solo; last two with the girlfriend who became my wife. |
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I was at Macalester those exact years and when I was bored at night, I used to drive around and give hitch hikers a lift now and then.
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In the Seventies, my family lived 3 miles down a pine forest-lined road. Before I could drive, hitchhiking was a way of life. At first it was just local stuff. I would get picked up by friends and neighbors.
After I could drive, my lot was not much better. My first few cars were unreliable to say the least. I still Thumbed more than I drove... Two quick tales... My parents, after I moved out, moved to NJ. I stayed behind in Mass. ( I was in love, don't you know. Of course, her and broke up about two months afterwards...LOL). The next summer, Mom and Dad rented a place on the beach on Long Beach Island in Jersey. The car I was driving was not up for the road trip. I thumbed down with out incident. I spent the week there and thumbed back to Mass. On the way out of New York into Connecticut I was picked up by a guy in a Sanford & Son pick-up truck. He seemed "cool" but excessively stoned. After a few miles he reached under the seat and pulled out a cigar box of heroin packets and offered me one to snort. That was not my thing. I refused and waited until the next exit approached and told him that I would get off there. There was a rest area. It took about an hour to catch another ride. About 10 miles down the road , there was a wrecker and blue lights. The Sanford & Son pick-up was kissing a tree down at the bottom of a hill some 50 feet off the road. ![]() A Second.... After my freshman year at UMass Amherst (Zoo-Mass), I ,being a freshly minted Deadhead with tickets to 3 shows in three different states and again with a car that was not road-trip worthy, decided to hitch to the first show. I wound up spending nearly three months on the road hitching or catching rides with Deadheads going to the next show in the next town. Of course, my favorite memories were of catching rides with "Twirl Girls". For non-Deadheads those are the stereotypical peasant-dress-wearing female Deadheads who spent the entire show spinning and twirling in a serpentine-like dance. Those segment of the summer have a whole extra set of memories....... ![]() ![]() |
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Was always afraid to. Dad was a cop and heard too many stories.
Of course now we call jumping into some stoned guy's car "Uber" and its perfectly respectable. |
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Haha yes amazing we all survived, not all did.
But yah it really wasn't scary. I did it a few times, also picked up people a few times. But yep best story, was I was at a bar with friends, Lime Rickey's, just outside of Chicago, not sure how I got separated from my friends, but did and was like F' it I'll just walk home, shouldn't take more then 5-6 hours. Threw the thumb up as cars passed, and got lucky, car pulled over. About 5-6 people in the car, but they made room. Guys and girls. They were still in party mode and hit a park and we continued to party. Hit it off with one of the girls and even went out with her a few times after that. But still had an hour or so walk after that to complete my journey that night, or early morning I should say. You all that did it across states and across country, that's amazing!!!! Fun times. |
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