Hitchhiking

[Howling TerrorOutOfOffice]

I've done it through choice and through need.
So whats your best lift story?
I have quite a few but the 1st one would be wanting a lift down the M6-M5. Got 1st lift to knutsford services then this unit pulls up, i jump in and he's going all the way He's picking up a trailer after a Europe trip and says reach over a grab a beer(crate or so) fast FWD 4hrs and i'm on my 6th tin and he's got a bag full of B&H which i'm puffin' on. I get out and he slings me a carrier bag brimmed with tins n fags.
I stumble down a D/Carriageway and spy a cornfield. I awake at dusk, crack a beer and head into town.
There is of course the other side....I'll get to that later...maybe


Pat
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Last time I went hitch hiking they turned it in to a movie with Rutger Hauer.

Never hitch hiked but...

I once got lost, I was pissed, asked a fella where such and such a street was, he said it was familar and to get in the car and we'd find it. After mounting several pavements it became apparent that this fella was far more pissed than I was. Ended up dropping me off where I'd met him because he couldn't find it. Which was not only the street I was looking for, but also the street this piss head lived in!

[Phoenix]

Only hitch hikers I see are those trade plate drivers on sliproads and motorway service exits, most look dirty and scruffy but more importantly, extremely boring. Most companies have policies which prevent you giving lifts to anyone not on company business so you can't do it anyway, even if they did let you the only people i'd give a lift to would be nice looking women, and i've never seen one hitch hiking.

[silky666]

I hitched around Australia a fair bit ... but the most dramatic hitchhiking story I have is from the UK and from a 'lift giving' perspective.
Note: Long drawn out story .. so I have 'bolded' the key points that tell the story !

I use to do landscape gardening .... open back truck (Nissan Cabstar) ... on way home up .... truck full of a mixture of equipment and tinder dry leaves, branches, and grass ... middle of very hot summer .... reminder: TINDER dry.
Oh! I forgot to mention the 3 plastic petrol cans ... 2 of which were full .... and 2 jerry cans full of petrol.
Spy young laddie north of London ... looking sorry for himself as car after car goes past ... pull up ... and he is trying to get to Brighton .... No problem, I am heading down the M25/M23 and can drop him off a few miles walk from the front.
Great lad and often hitches around the UK ... had a good old natter about travels etc ... gave him some of my iced drink and in exchange he rolled the smokes.

Skip an hour or so and look back with hindsight:
Thing is, as I pulled up to give him a lift, he was unsure if I was a smoker or even minded about his 'herbal' smoking.
Not wanting to miss his lift, and in haste, he stubs out his freshly lit spliff ... making sure he wets the end of course to put it out ... then gathering his gear up as quick as he can, and sprinting to my cab, he slips the smoke into his jacket pocket for later.
"Hop in fella " I say ... "But you might want to put your gear in the back ... just shove it down in a gap on the leaves/twigs/petrol cans there"

Now ... its the middle of summer ... lovely clear day ... after an hour or so, I am on the motorways doing 60mph.
Look in side mirrors and notice that there appears to be some sort of smog .... " bloody thousands of cars and the heat must be causing that.. how horrible."
10 minutes later and this smog is quite thick ... looks like very thin smoke ? weird !

Now the thing about fires .. is that when subjected to a lot of wind etc, they dont actually flame or properly smoke.... but tends to just burn away at an incredible rate of heat ... like a furnace I guess.

Its only when you stop (say at the side of the M23) ... or certainly begin to slow down on the hard shoulder .... and while constantly looking through the rear window of the cab .... that the whole lot suddenly turns from a mass of thin smoke and "is that something burning" look.... Into a fireball that engulfs everything.

Amazing how many people find it amusing as they drive past.
Not that they could do anything to help ... but no need to point and laugh
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[The999Kid]

[Moonie]

I can beat you all.

Hitching to Bristol past Gloucester, my dad saw a battered old car go past the wrong way, proceed to turn around, pull over, and offer him a lift. Bit odd he thinks, but he gets in.

The father and son in the car ask him where he's going, and what he's doing there, and he tells them that he has a flat to move into in Bristol, but it's not that nice, it's just a temp place.

The father and son t looking at each other all the time and saying "come back to ours for the night if you want, we have people coming in and out all the time, it's like a b&b at ours" etc.

The only thing that stops my dad from going back to theirs is a feeling that they're not quite right, so he asks to be dropped off where they are.

5 years later and my dad sees and article in the paper about the bloke who gave him a lift having 25 bodies under his patio, and a picture of them in the car.

Turns out he got picked up by Fred West
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[Drew]

Fred West only killed females, so your dad must look like a woman

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[LankyPaddy]

Mate and I hitched from Nottingham to Morocco for charity.

Slept under a bush in a service station in Bordeaux, woke to find a 30 year old transit camper van parked up. Owned by an Irish bloke who was driving from Belfast to the Portuguese algarve carrying "golf gear" for his millionaire buddy who lived in his villa on the coast...

Van had been impounded the day before in Belfast and the guy was (allegedly) banned from driving the UK the day before, but cue 40 hours straight of driving on the back roads, whilst feeding this guy beer and cigs, us sleeping in shifts to keep him awake.

When driving through Basque territory in northern Spain we got a puncture. The driver hailed down 2 black guys in an M5 and disappeared to the nearest town to fix the tyre, leaving us by the road to deal with the police, who weren't too impressed with our lack of spare tyre, warning triangle and hi-vis vests - all mandatory. Or our description that the van wasn't ours, we didn't know what was in it and that the driver had left us.

The van drank petrol and the bloke ran out of money so we had to shout him some euros just so he could make it.

Arrived at this guys villa, where we unloaded the gear, then went to "Paddys Bar" and was plied with free Guinness whilst this guy shagged his girlfriend in the back of the van.

Many more stories from that trip
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[Clanger]

I used to hitch a fair bit when I was younger, the last time I did was in 2006 in New Zealand, only through Kaikoura, as I needed to get back to my hostel to grab my camera and kit and get back to get my free boat trip....I practically flagged the campervan down with whom I got my lift.

But when I explained what the deal was, they not only took me to the other end of town to the hostel, but then took me back again afterwards...

My cousin, however, hitches frequently...and once called me from Norwich (when I lived in Bolton), to ask where I lived. Then something like 4 hours later called me to tell me he was there!!!
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[Fisty]

Me and my dad were coming up the A38 from birmingham when Dad picked up hitch hiker near to The toyota factory. Seemed ok, he was wanting to go to Scotland but we only could take him as far as derby!

The next day this hitch hikers face was on the local news. Turned out he had walked out of sudbury prison.
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