Doug Smith W9WI wrote:

I picked up a very pretty blond near Myers last November. I think I
dropped her in Auburn where she was to visit a friend. Although she
claimed to have no home, she was not a poor person. She was very
pleasant.

My all-time favorite hitch-hiker:

Subject: Atlanta '98, drive to (a report in six parts)
From: Icono Clast Monday, Jun 15 1998
Groups: rec.arts.dance, rec.roller-coaster, rec.travel.usa-canada
. . .
Hit The Road at about 10:15 facing the longest drive, 667
miles, of the trip after having slept for about six hours. But those
few hours were apparently of very good sleep as I didn't have to nap
at all. Most days I would get drowsy and dangerous so I'd pull over
for a nap but not this day.
After about an hour, I picked up the second hitch-hiker of
the trip. The first I dropped at Meteor Crater, one of he saddest men
I've ever encountered. Oh, he was quite cheerful, hopping into the
car with extended hand "Hi! I'm Bill. I'm 56. I'm going to Saint
Joseph, Missouri" but he had absolutely nothing in his hands, was
wearing only a light-weight short-sleeved shirt and, if he had
anything in his pants pockets, I could detect nothing but a red
handkerchief.
This second guy had been sitting in Clines Corners since
6:30 the previous evening. He had a bag but looked like a bum, very
long straight hair, bearded, and very thin even though he was on his
way to New Orleans to seek work as a roughneck.
When we crossed the border into Texas, and Central Time, I
commented on some town's name. He gave me the full name, and history,
of the person after whom it was named. When we got to a historical
marker, it merely confirmed what he had told me. This happened town
after town. He was an avid, and excellent, reader with a keen
interest in Texas' history.
Before Texas, though, just for the helluvit we went through
Tucumcari. On the West end of town is a delightful monument that's a
highly stylized tail fin of a '58 (I think) deSoto with an equally
stylized number 66. It caused me such great delight that I continued
to comment on it 'til I dropped him in Wichita Falls.
That day was continuously overcast, the sun not showing 'til
just before sunset. On the Texas radio came warnings of severe
electrical storms with a list of counties to which they were
applicable. "Are we in one of those?" I hopefully asked. "No." I
understand that locals would not want such a show but thunder and
lightning are extremely rare in San Francisco so, for me, such a show
is a big thrill. Only the car got a bit of rain while I slept in
Albuquerque.
I had told the hitch-hiker that I wanted to find a place
with food, dancing, and a television set tuned to Seinfeld's ultimate
episode. In Wichita Falls, Chico's told me they had no television
set. I got to Applebee's around 8:30 and the numerous television sets
but one were tuned to Seinfeld. So I missed the first half-hour. A
patron told me what I'd missed thus giving context to what I saw. The
food was just fine but the Seinfeld credits scrolled at 9. Hey! I
thought it was a two-hour program . . . it's Central Time! Shit!
Everything's an hour earlier. Damn!

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