Ranch Hand
Red Skull Member
I did some whenever I needed to but while going to school about 300 miles from home I'd make it my transportation of choice even though I had a perfectly good ride at school. It was far more safe back then and way more entertaining than driving. Here's one story:
While thumbing through god-awful nowhere, an old beat-up sedan stopped for me. The old driver was pretty beat down looking but his older passenger, with his head leaning on the B-pillar, was much worse. Every twenty miles or so they'd pull off on the side of the road, open the cooler in the trunk and make three proper rum and cokes with lime on ice, "It's not legal to drink and drive." We'd finish them on the road side, pack up and head on. They were going the exact opposite direction they said they were heading but I didn't point that out until I got a hundred miles closer to where I needed to be.
While thumbing through god-awful nowhere, an old beat-up sedan stopped for me. The old driver was pretty beat down looking but his older passenger, with his head leaning on the B-pillar, was much worse. Every twenty miles or so they'd pull off on the side of the road, open the cooler in the trunk and make three proper rum and cokes with lime on ice, "It's not legal to drink and drive." We'd finish them on the road side, pack up and head on. They were going the exact opposite direction they said they were heading but I didn't point that out until I got a hundred miles closer to where I needed to be.