You ever pick up a hitchhiker?

Sunnyvale TP said:
A buddy and I picked up a dude on the way back from ice fishing. Had his thumb out a few hundred yards away from a car. We pulled over and he said he ran out of gas. Gave him a ride to the next town about 50 miles away to get a can of gas.

The guy told us he was about 5 min from giving up, walking back to his car, shooting his 2 dogs and then offing himself before we offered him a lift. The guy did buy us a case of beer for our troubles. He went by the name Cowboy Walt. Claimed he was some kind of ranch hand.

After we dropped him back at his car we both said holy fuck that got dark real quick.
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Yeah. I dont know what I would be thinking after that.
 
I hitched from Auckland NZ to Wellington and got picked up by a professional drug dealer (who made and sold hash oil)

He dropped me off at a local heavy metal bands house and they took* me to a rave.

A absolutely fucking wild 20 or so hours.


Driver was every bit as sketchy as you could possibly imagine him to be.
 
Your Salad said:
Back in the late 90s I had a long distance relationship with a girl who lived in Arcata California (northern Humboldt County, pretty far north in the redwoods) and would routinely drive about 5 hours one way to see her for the weekend.
I would usually leave her place to come back home on the Sunday in the evening so I could get home and to sleep by midnight for the workday on Monday.
I would occasionally pick up friendly looking hippies posted up by the on ramp to the 101 south looking to get a ride to Eureka or another small town just further south. Guys, girls, couples. They were always cool, smelly, and chill.
The last time I did it was so fucking weird. He was a gangly dude with a backpack and dreads. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said Garbervill which is a good distance, like an hour. It was completely on the way so I was like fuck it.
The weird stuff starts pretty quickly when 20 minutes south of Eurka he asks if he can pick something up from somewhere at the next exit. I asked if he wanted to go to a house or something and he said not really.
So I take the exit and we drive down a frontage road in the dark and dude is like stop here. He gets out and starts climbing up an embankment into the fucking forest. It's completely dark and he pleaded with me not to drive off when he left the car. I almost did because wtf.
So, bro comes back and says let's go.
I know everything is super sketchy at this point. I'm thinking he just grabbed a stash of weed or?
So we start getting close to Garbervill and I'm pretty excited to get this guy out of the car and he blurts out something to the effect that maybe he shouldn't go there because shit might go bad for him. He says just take me to Laytonville... That's like another hour south.
I could tell he was getting progressively more paranoid prior to this, but I begrudgingly said OK. I even told dude this wasn't part of the plan and he is giving off strange vibes.
The next part of the drive was intense. Super dark and windy two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. I still have no idea what he grabbed out of the woods earlier.
We dont talk and I'm bombing down the road because I have made this trip lots of times.
On a tight blind curve that I'm going at least 25 mph over the limit a fucking deer appears in my lane. I missed it and nearly lost control of my car, fish tail back and forth and recover.
We look at each other and he screams 'how did you do that? You fucking did it man! You saved us!'
At that point I feel like I'm dreaming and want to wake up, but now we are blood brothers.
To make a long story less long he freaks out at Laytonville and wants to keep going south to the next town, and the next town, to the point where we get to Sacramento.
I tell him the ride stops here because I'm home.
He tells me Sac is bad news and he is going to be completely fucked here, so I end up taking him to the Roseville train yard so he can hop a boxcar back north.
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That was hilarious,

Thanks for the memories. I used to live up in Eureka/Arcata and them types of hippies are everywhere..

Also, you’re a madman! 25mph over on the 101 in that area is veteran status, I miss those crazy roads.
 
Did in the 90's a lot. Not anymore. Nothing crazy but 2 stand out.

1 was a hot goth girl waiting for the bus while I was at the light. She's wearing a black tank top, stomach showing (2 chainsaws tattoed on her stomach) with cutoff jean shorts, black fishnets, black dyed hair, black lipstick, and black boots. Face 7, body was a 10. I was staring at her, she's looking at me. She waves, I wave back, and she runs up to my passenger door and asks if I'm passing the college she goes to and if I could give her a ride cause she's tired of waiting for the bus. I tell her to hop in. She said she was out drinking with friends, but they wanted to leave and she didn't, so she told them to leave without her, and she'd find her own way home.

She had a bubbly personality despite the clothes. Talkative, flirty, playful. She tells me the chainsaws were her favorite song called chainsaw gutsfuck and she touching my arm and leg while she's talking. I'm getting excited cause she's pretty fucking hot. Then she puts her head on my shoulder, and it hits me. She had the most godawful breath I've ever smelled on a human being. Like rotten potatoes + bad cheese + cat piss. It was over at that point. My attitude changed, and I drove the rest of the way like Mario Andretti weaving in and out of traffic because the smell was unbearable. At one point I thought about driving the rest of the way like Ace Ventura with my head out the window. It was that bad. Dropped her off on the corner of the campus and peeled wheels away. A faint smell of the death in her mouth lingered the next day or the trauma was etched into memory, and I lysoled my entire car.

2nd was a prostitute who propositioned me 1st and when I said no thanks, gave me a sob story about if I could give her a ride to where she needed to go. She was older, at least mid 40's. So I said alright.

I asked her how she got into that line of work and she said she was going to college and stripping and had a drug problem. When she couldn't pay her debt, her dealer doubled it and started pimping her out to pay him back. She said it was either that or he said he would put a bullet in her head and dump her in a ditch.

Then she said she got arrested for drugs and when she got out, knew no other way to make money and kept doing it. Said she had a daughter who hates her and wanted nothing to do with her, and she understood but still loves her. And of all the ppl I gave rides to, she was the only one who took money out of her pocket and offered it to me for gas. I told her to keep the $10 and just blow me instead, just kidding....but told her appreciated the offer but she could keep the money. No idea if she was full of shit or not, but she sold it well if she was.
 
Your Salad said:
Back in the late 90s I had a long distance relationship with a girl who lived in Arcata California (northern Humboldt County, pretty far north in the redwoods) and would routinely drive about 5 hours one way to see her for the weekend.
I would usually leave her place to come back home on the Sunday in the evening so I could get home and to sleep by midnight for the workday on Monday.
I would occasionally pick up friendly looking hippies posted up by the on ramp to the 101 south looking to get a ride to Eureka or another small town just further south. Guys, girls, couples. They were always cool, smelly, and chill.
The last time I did it was so fucking weird. He was a gangly dude with a backpack and dreads. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said Garbervill which is a good distance, like an hour. It was completely on the way so I was like fuck it.
The weird stuff starts pretty quickly when 20 minutes south of Eurka he asks if he can pick something up from somewhere at the next exit. I asked if he wanted to go to a house or something and he said not really.
So I take the exit and we drive down a frontage road in the dark and dude is like stop here. He gets out and starts climbing up an embankment into the fucking forest. It's completely dark and he pleaded with me not to drive off when he left the car. I almost did because wtf.
So, bro comes back and says let's go.
I know everything is super sketchy at this point. I'm thinking he just grabbed a stash of weed or?
So we start getting close to Garbervill and I'm pretty excited to get this guy out of the car and he blurts out something to the effect that maybe he shouldn't go there because shit might go bad for him. He says just take me to Laytonville... That's like another hour south.
I could tell he was getting progressively more paranoid prior to this, but I begrudgingly said OK. I even told dude this wasn't part of the plan and he is giving off strange vibes.
The next part of the drive was intense. Super dark and windy two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. I still have no idea what he grabbed out of the woods earlier.
We dont talk and I'm bombing down the road because I have made this trip lots of times.
On a tight blind curve that I'm going at least 25 mph over the limit a fucking deer appears in my lane. I missed it and nearly lost control of my car, fish tail back and forth and recover.
We look at each other and he screams 'how did you do that? You fucking did it man! You saved us!'
At that point I feel like I'm dreaming and want to wake up, but now we are blood brothers.
To make a long story less long he freaks out at Laytonville and wants to keep going south to the next town, and the next town, to the point where we get to Sacramento.
I tell him the ride stops here because I'm home.
He tells me Sac is bad news and he is going to be completely fucked here, so I end up taking him to the Roseville train yard so he can hop a boxcar back north.
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No but in college I had a girlfriend from Ukiah and we used to drive up there to stay at her moms house for the weekend, often. I couldn't believe the amount of missing persons posters you'd see in the grocery stores up there.
 
syct23 said:
That was hilarious,

Thanks for the memories. I used to live up in Eureka/Arcata and them types of hippies are everywhere..

Also, you’re a madman! 25mph over on the 101 in that area is veteran status, I miss those crazy roads.
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I ended up moving up there for a few years.
It was one of the best periods of my life.
 
Your Salad said:
I ended up moving up there for a few years.
It was one of the best periods of my life.
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Same Sherbro!

I did a few in Eureka and further inland in Hoopa/Yurok. Was a White water rapids instructor up the Trinity River.

Humboldt was an awesome little get away, before you realize that you need to get away..
 
Yea…quite often. Usually like 2-3 times per week. There’s this street called Figueroa where there’s quite a few young ladies always needing rides.
 
Cartiac said:
Yes, didn't mean to but I had just stolen this brand new spaceship with my human companion, Trillian and due to one of those impossible coincidences that occur when using the Infinite Improbability Drive, rescued an Englishman from Earth and his friend an alien researcher from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse. They had been tossed out of the airlock of a Vogon ship that had come to demolish Earth to make way for a hyperspace expressway.
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We apologise for the inconvenience.
 
My brother and I were backpacking in Yosemite. On our second to last day we were in the backpackers campground and sheltering in the bathroom from the rain. Talked to a guy that lived in the same city and needed a ride. Gave him a ride and all was good. He had to endure the smell of my jungle foot for a bit until my feet dried out.
 
I was with a friend driving at night through an Indian reservation in WA when he thought he saw something on the road , he stopped before hitting it , which turned out to be a drunk Indian laying on the road. So we get out and slowly walk toward the guy asking if he is hurt , he says no and we give him a ride down the road to some place in the middle of no where . Friendly enough guy but he came close to getting run over.

"The time I didn't get Scalped " back in the 80's I was driving home from my cousins place around 1 AM on a cold -2 F January night again in the mountains when I see a car pulled over with people standing around . I roll down the window and ask what's up ? Ran out of gas a guy said , ok hop in I will take you to a gas station that might be open. Turns out they were a car full of several young Blackfoot indian guys , going to some give-away potlatch type party where one of them had a girlfriend , a few hours west . They were all wearing city type clothing for summer no hats or mitts and winter boots , when this is mountain country with snow and it's cold out . So after all of them dig through their pockets for dimes and quarters they have just enough for 2 gallons of gas , one young guy hops in beside my wolf dog who tolerates this stranger sitting inches away . He was an ok guy , we get the gas in a borrowed container from the only gas station that is open all night for 50 miles around . I dropped him off at the car and was going to hang around to make sure they got their car started until another guy asked me if I had any money .... oh oh ... I laughed and said I wish ... time to go - that 2 gallons of gas would have only taken them about 30 miles just far enough to get to the next gas station that wouldn't open for several hours .It's a wonder how dumb people can be , not having gas money to make a long trip ... and maybe freezing to death on some lonely mountain pass.

I've picked up hitchhikers over the years mostly pre-cell phone era . Some were not right mentally but I never got robbed . These days though there are more people with issues and very rarely do you see someone hitch-hiking , it is a bit of a risk for sure.
 
Took this mentally challenged kid i saw home once when it was raining beacuse he was crying. I feel bad because he takes the bus everyday and most wont help him. Sad
 
I picked up a couple in Tijuana....
 
Your Salad said:
Back in the late 90s I had a long distance relationship with a girl who lived in Arcata California (northern Humboldt County, pretty far north in the redwoods) and would routinely drive about 5 hours one way to see her for the weekend.
I would usually leave her place to come back home on the Sunday in the evening so I could get home and to sleep by midnight for the workday on Monday.
I would occasionally pick up friendly looking hippies posted up by the on ramp to the 101 south looking to get a ride to Eureka or another small town just further south. Guys, girls, couples. They were always cool, smelly, and chill.
The last time I did it was so fucking weird. He was a gangly dude with a backpack and dreads. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said Garbervill which is a good distance, like an hour. It was completely on the way so I was like fuck it.
The weird stuff starts pretty quickly when 20 minutes south of Eurka he asks if he can pick something up from somewhere at the next exit. I asked if he wanted to go to a house or something and he said not really.
So I take the exit and we drive down a frontage road in the dark and dude is like stop here. He gets out and starts climbing up an embankment into the fucking forest. It's completely dark and he pleaded with me not to drive off when he left the car. I almost did because wtf.
So, bro comes back and says let's go.
I know everything is super sketchy at this point. I'm thinking he just grabbed a stash of weed or?
So we start getting close to Garbervill and I'm pretty excited to get this guy out of the car and he blurts out something to the effect that maybe he shouldn't go there because shit might go bad for him. He says just take me to Laytonville... That's like another hour south.
I could tell he was getting progressively more paranoid prior to this, but I begrudgingly said OK. I even told dude this wasn't part of the plan and he is giving off strange vibes.
The next part of the drive was intense. Super dark and windy two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. I still have no idea what he grabbed out of the woods earlier.
We dont talk and I'm bombing down the road because I have made this trip lots of times.
On a tight blind curve that I'm going at least 25 mph over the limit a fucking deer appears in my lane. I missed it and nearly lost control of my car, fish tail back and forth and recover.
We look at each other and he screams 'how did you do that? You fucking did it man! You saved us!'
At that point I feel like I'm dreaming and want to wake up, but now we are blood brothers.
To make a long story less long he freaks out at Laytonville and wants to keep going south to the next town, and the next town, to the point where we get to Sacramento.
I tell him the ride stops here because I'm home.
He tells me Sac is bad news and he is going to be completely fucked here, so I end up taking him to the Roseville train yard so he can hop a boxcar back north.
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You left out the part where he raped sodomized you.

How am I going to bust a nut now? You can't leave a fellow Sherbro hangin' dude!
 
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