These blog-posts are automatically generated. Click here to add your blog.
Hitchiking, mental illness, and picking up riders in bear country
I used to travel by thumb Though now I think it was dumb. In the land of the bears, I’m a fellow who cares I gave a few lifts, maybe some. I used to hitchhike. I was good at it. In the late sixties and early seventies, back when I was still saying that I’d never be a doctor, I had no car and no money. In the days of stagflation, even minimum wage work was hard to find. Like many in the prolonged adolescence of at the time I had wanderlust. I started hitchhiking in 1968. By 1970 I learned to stand in front of my backpack, not...
Driving Away
It still hasn’t hit me yet that I’m actually living in Arizona. Like I just drove down here by myself, and I’m staying. Left everything that I know to accomplish something I haven’t figured out yet. But on a lighter note, here’s how my drive went. Day 1 – Minnesota, Iowa and Nebraska: so I cried from WBL to Lakeville until Jess sent me a text to stop crying. For some reason I have a really hard time leaving her house. I left about an hour later than I had planned, but that’s typical. I didn...
New to the site ad want a place to stay for tuesday
Hi Ijust got refered to your project by a fellow coucsurfer. This place sounds amazing. Its seems to encompass all the values i hold dear. I am working and taveling in france and want to come to tuesday. Is there any room available? I will be hitchhiking. I hope to bcome a part of this community Noam
Port Wakefield-Bendigo ~1460 km
Next day of my stay at Ruel’s place we went to this Barossa Valley famous for it’s winer
LIFT Pavilion at Bowfest 2010
During Bowfest 2010 our little group was busy at the L.I.F.T. exhibit on the Bowfest field. Fitch took some video of our setup, and it is presented here with permission. We are not yet decided on what ‘LIFT’ stands for. “Linking Islanders For Transportation” seems to be the leading acronym. It’s about hitchhiking, but we are finding that it is really islanders becoming more proactive about offering lifts. The idea isn’t new. Folks who’ve lived here a while remember when pedestrians were always...
The Teenage Runaway
I will warn you in advance this is a long post and could have been much longer! Okay, you guys have heard all about my Early Years and how the abuse started when I was just around 3-4. You have heard about when I was between 5 & 10 our Move to a New House, New Friends and the sexual stuff from that time. When I was around 12 or so I had a new step dad, he was much younger(around 25). He made sexual advances toward me, his father who lived in Kentucky too, I am not going to get into details on that. My life was spent with about 80-90% of...
"Mandalas" - QL 8, SF
“Mandalas” is an excerpt from my book Sticky Fingers Brownies. It’s based on an in
The Sunday Hitchhiker
Seeing a hitchhiker along US Highway 30 isn’t, let’s say, unusual. It isn’t an everyday sight, like seeing them at the Walmart corner in Sidney, which is a popular stop for truckers. But given that Highway 30 runs parallel to I-80 in western Nebraska, and hitchhiking is prohibited on interstates, it’s common to see a hitchhiker every month or two. Seeing a female one today was, however, unusual. I’m used to seeing men, gaunt and bearded, layered in flannel shirts and tattered canvas jackets, often too tired to even lift their thumb or their...
Hitchgathering, Denver, and my Heroes list.
Map So, I got back home to Dallas the other day. -I’d hitched out to Denver to a gathering of hitchhikers, spent the weekend in the mountains, and hitched back. I got dropped off on US-highway 287 by my girlfriend Liz. I was in Denver 15 hours later, after two solid rides (3 if you count the 5-minute ride from a pickup truck). -The first ride was from a guy named Bob. 69 years old. I think he was a Christian, and I imagine he avoided pushing the conversation towards religion. He made ham sandwiches for us and took me to the northern...
Ethics Dunce or Hero? The Paradox of "The Amex Angel"
You probably heard the story. About three weeks ago in Manhattan, ad executive Merrie Harris was ap
Many Miles, Trillions of Thank You’s.
This is a long list. Let it stand as an answer to the question I’m so often asked: “Did you run into any trouble?” The road will always provide, and people always seem to be there when you need them most. Thank you so so much, from the core of my being, for all of your love, help, and selflessness – I couldn’t have cycled a continent without you. For their hospitality, a vital ingredient: Recycle-a-Bicycle – Dan and Patrick – for having Juno and making her into the best bike she could be! Brad in NYC...
Life happens when you make no plans
The spaceship called Terra Mar that took us allowed me some time to connect to the internet, while Valentina is having her second lesson in surfing waves. So I made it to 'Somewhere in Portugal' on the 6th of August, at exactly the right time. But life took me by surprise and my somewhere was somewhere else than the official 6-8-10 hitchgathering. There wasn't anything I could have done about that. Things are the way they are. read more
Where do I begin?
First off.. Im currently in Marseille, France and the keyboard is an utter mess. For Estonians at least, probably vice versa.. So not gonna put a lot of effort into dots and spelling at this time, but like I said.. where do I begin.. Well.. it began weeks ago in Estonia.. GAAHHH, gonna smack this keyboard on the ground soon! 12.08 – the beginning Getting through Estonia was easy as always. Thumbs up for the drivers, literally. In Latvia it got harder as the sun was gone and I didn*t know the freeways as good as I should of had. Anyway a...
Another Use For Breasts in Humans
Being a post-pubescent male, I have an appreciation–an affinity even–for female breasts. Perfectly natural and normal for me to feel this way. Breasts in humans have the function of providing nourishment to young, as is the case in all mammals. But unlike other mammals, human female breasts stay engorged full-time after puberty. Other mammals’ breasts simply enlarge for the benefit of their young. Scientists aren’t completely sure of why humans are different. A female human’s breast size is not indicative of...
Libya: they call me Rahalla
They say it’s the ghibli, the southern wind from the Sahara, that brings the dust down to the populated areas of Libya. Wherever it comes from, it’s everywhere here – ramula. Sand, stretching as far as I can see, on either side of the lonely strip of road, with dry grey bushes and maybe a bit of the sea to be glimpsed at times to the left. It’s encroaching on all the towns and villages; between, behind, and all around every sun-baked, run-down building, and covering what used to be gravel streets. Trucks are...
Text and images are available under the