HITCH-HIKING TALES FROM '60s HELL!

I hitch-hiked twice from San Francisco to New York City-- once in '67 with a chick, and once in '68 alone. Believe me: it was way easier with a chick! No weirdness.

Alone, I was picked up by a drunken rodeo cowboy (who only wanted money) and by a drunken cowboy (who wanted, and I quote: "A hot, stiff prick!") Well, the former got some money for gas, but the latter got nothing, especially ass!

In Ohio, I was picked up by a grand-father type dude who was absolutely, fucked-up drunk at 1P.M. After about a quarter-mile of weaving across both lanes in his big-ass Cadillac, I said, "Let me out or let me drive!" He let me drive, but we weren't a mile down the road when he tried grabbing my crotch. I said, "You don't want to suck me-- I have the clap." He went frantic, afraid the germs from my allegedly diseased cock would jump across the seat or crawl up the steering column. "Stop the car!," he blabbered, "Get out!"

"Fuck you, you drunk freak-- I'll get out at the next town", which, in Ohio, wasn't more than 10 miles.

Which I did. The last I saw of him was he running a red-light, swerving across an intersection with horns blaring.

I also, in NJ, got picked up by a S&M type-- shaved head, leather, etc., but he was cool-- no pressure, and I thanked him for the ride.

Mostly, though, most of my rides were cool-- long-distance truckers, local people going to market at the next town, newly-weds on their honeymoon (!) in Utah, or just lonely people who needed someone to share those lonely roads and hours.

I was willing.

 

Thudly,
For me..hitchiking in the late sixties..early seventies..was always all right..never had any problem..got picked up by students,chicks..
couples with kids...hippies ocasionally..best ride from Genua towards
Barcelona..worst was when no one stopped..in Northern Finland...
i got stuck around Utsjoki for almost 2 full days..shitty weather..
little traffic..best countrys were Germany,the U.K,Netherlands...
in Turkey or Greece,Spain..Portugal..long waiting..
in France I got picked up by local police..because I had slept in
a public parc near Macon..in Italy i got chased away by police..
for hitching after the highway zone..
in Greece a farmer with a donkey cart took me..
for a ride of 2 kms...in Holland i got once a ride..
on the back of a bicycle...worst experience was..near Marseille..
in Southern France..i was standing down a hilly road...
one cars stops...100 meters uphill..
the bastard made a sign..come on..
me running in full gear with a rucksack etc...
when i came at the back of his car..he simply speeded away..
i got a ride once from Vienna to Salzburg(Austria)
very funny dude..stops...drove a Porsche..
did not say 1 word..the whole ride..
and he was speeding like Schumacher
maybe more stories later..

I tried to hitch in West Africa...Senegal.Mali..
very difficult..nobody stops..
Emiel

 

spent 5 outta seven years trampin around ,between 79 an 86,, oh the stories i could tell..

but wait this thread was about the 60's,,, my bad..

 

Old Tigre, your experiences were in Europe-- I never made it there, though I wanted to-- mainly to see the cathererals and ancient castles-- I'm a stone-mason, you see!


Busman's holiday, as the limey's say.

Thanks for replying, but I'm getting drunk, 10 " of snow on the ground, and temperature about 18 Farenheit. And, a heavy wind. Thoroughly unpleasant, but I have mucho firewood, home-made wine, 8 pussycats and food for such, a lesbian girl-friend who is just loves her thingy (censored!) and she is willing to pay homage to my willy and actually (censored!).

Censored or not, this 58 year-old beatnik or hippy, has fun, always has and encourages everyone else to do the same, especially SH, Teepi, Sloth,OneThat Seeks, and, especially--my old friend-- ANGELGODIVA!

Where be Angel? Burl wants to know.

 

Hillbilly..
Hitchiking tales..are hitchhiking tales..whether in 60's..70's..80's..
so go on...and touch your P.C.keyboard..
and let us know your adventures on the road..
or is your keyboard stoned???

Emiel

 

hey man winters settin in.

after the holidays im pretty sure ill be bored enough about now to rekindle old memories..

yall keep this thread alive long enough,, ill be sure an type a story or two..

promise.

 

I caught a good break once between Vegas, and Phoenix while
taking I-93/aka Boulder Highway south across the Dam toward Phoenix Arizona. Just outside Kingman, off I-40 where I-93 turns south,
I caught a Wagon full of what to ME looked like Acid Rockers.
Not MY style, but a ride's a Ride! Right?
Turned out to be NONE other than a Rainbow clan headed to
Sedona! I have never apreciated that baren desert MORE than on that ride!
Nice for me.

 

I have others, but it's someone else's turn.

 

Well at least now the homophobe in this forum wont think only gay guys wear funny stuff and have a limp wrist and talk a bit funny. yes sir good old redneck allmerican truck drivers.

 

long haul truck driver = one of two things in america,,, closet cocksucker,,or one lusting for lil girls..
anyway it go's 99% of them are bad news..

oh then theres yer average scum bag theives,,wouldnt wanna leave them out...

 

Got picked up once by a trucker doin 90, had long hair, a kickin' stereo system blasting Pink Floyd, CB turned up all the way, havin' a conversation with 3 people at once on it, rollin' fatties out of a big old bag of nuggets, and eatin' a big mack. ALL AT ONCE.

Me and my best friend used to go hitchin' when we were bored. We found nearly everybody who would pick us up would burn one with us, so if we were out of weed, thats what we'd be doin'. Got a ride one day in a BIG BLACK CADDY, brand new, being driven by a couple of ITALIAN fellows with black suits. They turned us on to all we could smoke, but never touched it themselves (?).

Once we got picked up by a guy who seemed like a cross between a flamin' fag and a total nerd. He kept going on and on about how he didn't have any friends and he REALLY wanted us to be his friends... We ended up convincing him to buy a bag of pot and some wine and we partied with him for a couple hours. He never tried anything untoward, but he was TOTALLY WIERD!!!!!! Guess he really did need some friends, he ended up taking us all the way to where we wanted to go, gave us the leftovers, and drove away.

 

you'd see a VW van,you'd take your thumb down and wait for it to stop.The first time one passed me by,i knew the dream was over.Damn yuppies and their westfalias

 

hehe i guess few people hitch hike in the 90s and 2000.

 

youd be surprised,, probably half the folks that filter thru the farm here come in thumbing...

 

Hell, Skip, you want good? How about this: The afore-mentioned chick (I forget her name) and I were thumbing in Illinois or Indiana and we get picked up by a soldier just home from 'Nam. He had a high, tight haircut and I had a big beard, way-long hair and I was more than a bit nervous, but after some small talk he says,"Open up the glove compartment." I do, and MY GOD!, there had to be a quarter-pound of weed in a big sack! "Roll one," the soldier says and I did. JESUS! It turned out to be Vietnamese power-weed that had me totally fucked after two hits. When he left us off, he gave us at least two ounces.


We were smoking this paralyzing shit the rest of the way home to PA, but I was super paranoid-- we were getting checked out by cops fairly regularily once we crossed the Mississippi River. So, in Ohio, we were standing on a bridge, completely wrecked-- so wrecked we actually were just standing there like zombies without even putting our thumbs out. Well, a state trooper stops at one end of the bridge; then, another trooper stops at the other end of the bridge. I was totally freaking and I was about to tell the girl to toss the pot into the river when a car with New York plates stops and told us to get in. Did we ever! He drives right past the trooper and all he does is give us the evil eye, but we escape.

Turns out the driver was a warlock heading home to NYC. On the way, he told me that I was an old soul and the girl was a very young one. At any rate, he drove us non-stop, except for gas stops and meals (which he bought) all the way to the Morgantown exit of the PA Turnpike where we got out (my parents lived only 6 miles away). We promised to meet him a week later on the steps of The New York Public Library (by the lions), but I was leery about getting mixed up in magic, and never did.

With that killer-weed, I turned on about 20 people for the first time and personally created the first pot-heads in my small town, a fact the local cops heard of and they consequently made my life difficult when I finally returned home, my drug days forever over, though the local fuzz didn't think so, but that's a tale for another thread.

 

I thumbed quit a bit around 70-72.
My first trip to NYC with a guy driving a u-haul.
He picked me up in Norfolk,where I lived at the time and drove me all the way.
Told me he was hauling record albums for a store that was opening up...yeah records and about a ton of weed I learned about halfway up...well actually it was 2 grocery sacks full, but I was young and it seemed like a ton to me.

While in the city I met up with pig Lee from the Hog Farm and he asked if I would like to attend a mighty kick ass party in Vermont...well hell yeah..
We went to an apt. building where they had a commune and everyone was so nice. They gave me the best bowl of soup.
The next day we headed for Norton Vermont.
That was my first trip to Earth Peoples Park. Where I met my Future husband....

After a concert and 3 weeks there, I left and thumbed back to the city stopping in Woodstock Ny on the way...stayed in a cool house with some beautiful people.
And had a quick lesson in Blues Harp blowin'.

Got back to the city and it was horrible so got out and hitched back south,bypassing my home city,Norfolk.
Had no real destination in mind...blowin in the wind...ended up in a round about way in Pikesville KY. Sittin on the side of the road watching a VW bug coming towards me and it was sooo packed...2 freaks in the front and not an inch to spare as they go by a matchbox comes flying out the window with a bit of bud a couple papers and a few matches...that was pretty cool..and very sweet.

Met up soon with a pickup truck with some great people who were just driving around giving people rides,we were having the best time..ran out of gas in Ohio and had to camp on the side of the road...a preacher stopped and gave us some gas.
I ended up in Zanesville for about 3 months with a beautiful man. (Hi Terry)

Left there in the dead of winter, and went back to Norfolk and a most lovely mental hospital...yeah I know, but I got Qualudes there.awww, now there was a nice mellow drug...**(disclaimer:'typist in no way means to promote or encourage the use of illegal narcotics' .."this post for entertainment purposes only")**

Left there and my friend Kay and I took out for ...CALIFORNIA!! YAY!!
We went back to Zanesville first for a couple weeks and partied then got a ride down south, got picked up by a trucker in the middle of no-where and he wanted the wild thing....I wouldn't go for it. but she took one for the team (Kay ya didn't have to, ya know) made it to I-40, we got a ride in a winnebago...he was going all the way to La.
So we kicked back and really enjoyed the blessing.

Well of course hollywood,Griffith park,and Venice beach was a great time..I stayed with a band in Venice on Flower Ave.
The 3 guys looked just like the freak brothers (Hi Phil,Marty and Blaine)....alas, I missed the man I had met in Vermont, and something kept tugging at my heart strings...although we had barely talked to each other as he had a woman living with him....but I just could not get him out of my mind and my soul just "knew" I was supposed to connect.

So on the 5th of may I left and set out for the Park on my own.......

I have more but....I'm shuttin up for a few....

 

This didnt happen in the 60's or 70's and really isnt impressive at all compared to msot of the posts in the thread, but its the only experience I have had with hitch-hiking and I figured I'd post it. It happened just about amonth ago on the night of a Widespread Panic show. I was going with just one other, his name is Brett, and he is a brother of one of my friends. So around noon that saturday we left. So the show was in Macon GA, (about 45 minutes south of where I live) but he said we were going to Athens (2 hours north of where I live) to get some awsome weed. So we get there driving in his jeep and we go to get weed from this apartment complex. The nugs were really dank and smelled wonderful. So the dealer says he likes the Jeep we are in and says he wants to borrow it and would give us 2 ounces to take it for a day because he was paranoid about something that had happened the day before and didnt wanna ride in his car. So Brett freaking does it and I start shittin thinkin how the fucka re we going to get all the way to fucking Macon (around 3 hours away) without a car. It was around 2 oclock then and the show started at 7:30. So Brett said we'd just have to hitch-hike and taht he's done it before and its so easy and all that stuff. So we got our backpaks out of the car (Brett's has about 3 ounces of weed in it). So we set out. We got onto I85 and Some guy stopped and picked us up, it was raelly weird to me. On the way he started telling us how JESUS was the answer to everything and how he used to smoke pot all the time but then he found jesus. So we listened to that the whole way but then we got there 6:30ish and Brett sold an ounce of the weed and bought us both a new peice in the lot. Then we went inside and had an awsome time. It was by far the craziest thing thats ever happened to me.

 

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