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Rules of Thumb: Tales from the Road

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Sat, 24 Jan 2015 15:12:50 +0000

“This is a good spot,” I said to Lauren. The long, straight road that stretched out before us was lined by trees but still had plenty of space either side for vehicles to pull over and stop. A steady succession of vehicles crawled along the road through the still air. Bumper to bumper festival-goers all on their way home.

Hitchhiking: Blazing the Path of Life

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 24 Feb 2014 19:48:38 +0000

“I was discontent . . . ,” he states. “. . . [S]o I just threw in the towel and took off.” For a South San Franciscan city boy, this was a monumental decision. Leaving behind his hard-won position as a color-tester at DuPont Paint, he partnered up with a fellow San Franciscan named Ed, purchased some hiking boots, and set out for New York.

Thumbin' It: The Evolution of Hitchhiking

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Tue, 21 May 2013 07:59:28 +0000

“Hey buddy, you lookin’ for a ride?”

With his thumb pointed skyward, saying ‘no’ would be an insult to the speaker’s intelligence. He was looking for a ride, just not from this bearded monstrosity of a man.

“I’m headed east on the 10 to Juntura,” the driver continued.

Thick As Thieves

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 16:52:34 +0000

The hills are filled with rust and gold.
It’s funny how one has a tendency to become the other, in a roundabout way.

One Day I Will Go To Malmo

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 02 May 2011 18:56:10 +0000

“I usually don’t pick up hitchhikers. But you don’t look like the usual hippie… “

The 40-something man opens the door of the fancy car he drives to make an impression on his clients.
I’m in. comfortably sitting in the rear, with my shoulders finally relying on something smoother than a rock.

Not The Average Ride

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 14:40:25 +0000

Hvor skal i hen? I asked when I opened the door of the white transporter that dared to pull over on the narrow on-ramp close to Hjørring, in North Jutland.

Hitching to Zion #4: After the Prairie Dogs

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 23:38:11 +0000

Not only were my hosts on their way to join the New Zion Army, they were also stopping in Charlie’s hometown, Minneapolis, so they could live with his mom, get jobs, and save some money.

Hitching to Zion #3: Volunteers For The New Zion Army

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 22:53:43 +0000

A man going to work took me to Cedar City, a town in southern Utah. I could see I was going to spend a lot of time trying to hitch out of there. A car would go by no more than once every five minutes traveling north on the near empty interstate which lead to Salt Lake City.

Hitching to Zion #2: Las Vegas Welcome Wagon and a Ride from a Cowboy

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:42:11 +0000

The pickup truck, that had whisked me across the California desert, dropped me off on the strip in Las Vegas. In those days the casinos were smaller, many open to the street.

Hitching to Zion

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 12:29:52 +0000

I sat in the back of the speeding pickup surveying the desert in the direction the other hitchhiker was pointing. “There’s water in those mountains,” he said.

I wasn’t so sure. There wasn’t anything green as far as I could see. The truck was approaching a gas station where the guy wanted to be left off.

“You see this green part on the map? That means there’s water out there.”

Trains and Snow

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 20:19:19 +0000

December 14th. I spent the day today on the train, another stupid decision that weighs on my morals and will further reduce the time I spend with the people I love.

Slower Than a Caveman Rolling Down a Hill

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 20:58:24 +0000

“I will ride my bicycle around the World.” With an audible power, these words drew a fantasy into the realm of possibility.

People wanted estimates, people wanted answers. “What's your plan?” they asked.
“Plan? What plan? I told you – I will ride my bike around the world. That's the only plan.”

The Miserable Hitcher

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Fri, 14 May 2010 19:00:00 +0000

You have to be dead broke, or a romantic, to persevere.

Going to the North of Chile

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 05:09:57 +0000

I understand that South America may not be the first destination that comes to mind for many travelers. Often, people eagerly share their European or American adventures, and some even mistakenly view the USA as the entire continent. However, I'm here to enlighten you. South America is a treasure trove of breathtaking landscapes, lush rainforests, diverse wildlife (yes, even presidents!), and an array of climates that defy easy enumeration.

It's nearly impossible to capture the full scope of what this beautiful continent has to offer in a single passage.

Neige et train

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 00:21:34 +0000

14 decembre

J’ai passer la journée d’aujourd’hui dans le train, encore une décision stupide qui pese sur mon morale et va réduire encore plus le temps que je vais passer avec les gens que j’aime.