Here we have a common sight in Mathews: a hitchhiker.
This particular hitchhiker was hunting for lunch in the ditch behind him, but when he saw me coming he straightened up and stuck out
Hitchhiking simply was not a big deal when we were growing up. In fact, we knew most of the regular hitchhikers in Mathews and had no problem pulling over to give them a ride. Nobody ever worried about being held at gunpoint, never to be seen nor heard from again. It just wasn't like that.
As I've mentioned before, many of our locals enjoy the occasional drink, which is to say that they drink to any occasion, up to and including waking up in the morning. Sometimes these folks lose their driving privileges for good and resort to riding around town on lawn mowers, bicycles and scooters. Others just hoof it. Others hitchhike.
Back in the 1980's--before cell phones, GPS systems, and cars that can take your blood pressure reading and refer you to a specialist if needed--my college roommates and I routinely hitchhiked, it was how we
But then there was the time we were driving my VW Bug on I-64 from Richmond to Charlottesville. I think we were coming back from a Police concert but it could have been Prince. Anyway, thanks to my attention to detail the VW ran out of gas in the middle of the interstate. It was dark, but we weren't too far (10-15 miles?) from our exit. Without giving it a second thought, we pulled the car over on the shoulder, got out, stuck out our thumbs, and ended up riding the rest of the way in the cab of a Breyers Ice Cream tractor trailer.
And we lived to tell about it.
Today, even if I were armed with a machine gun and had Mr. T. as a bodyguard, there's no way anybody could pay me money to get in the cab of a tractor trailer traveling down the interstate at night. We won't even mention the conniptions, hissy fits, and fire-breathing dragons involved if my children ever did something as dumb as that.
Did you ever hitchhike?
Disclaimer: The author in no way condones hitchhiking in modern times and is only talking about the Paleolithic Era, when the world was a little kinder and gentler, and stupid teenagers on the side of I-64 were not only stupid, they were very, very lucky.