Picked up a hitch-hiker today - never again!
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I travelled from Hampshire to Liverpool today on business (I write this from my hotel). Anyway, on the A34 I saw this bloke with his thumb in the air. He looked harmless, and I felt like having company. "Where ya going?", I asked. "Anywhere", he replied. He hops in and after a couple of minutes the stench of B.O. is overwhelming! I opened my window and had the aircon blasting my face. After half an hour, I said "damn it, I've left something at the office". So I dropped him off and pretended to go home! I felt sorry for him - he seemed really shy and insecure and didn't like to be honest with him.
Problem now is, my car stinks - even with the windows down! As such, don't reckon I'll be rushing to do that again.
Problem now is, my car stinks - even with the windows down! As such, don't reckon I'll be rushing to do that again.
sorry nothing to say^^^^- bugger beat me - Perhaps the wind is due to nervousness. 
The one I always remember is a chap hitching from just outside the local town, hopped in... carried on chatting and asked where he had been (expecting mothers etc) bit shocked by the reply. He had just been to the cop shop after legging it from doing a spot of ABH and had decided to turn himself in. *parp*
>> Edited by scared but happy on Monday 12th September 21:52
The one I always remember is a chap hitching from just outside the local town, hopped in... carried on chatting and asked where he had been (expecting mothers etc) bit shocked by the reply. He had just been to the cop shop after legging it from doing a spot of ABH and had decided to turn himself in. *parp*
>> Edited by scared but happy on Monday 12th September 21:52
Many eons ago one dark night I gave a lift to a bloke who'd run out of petrol (even gave him a lift back to his car from the petrol station). Trouble is he was very very fat, and smelt of poo. So did my passenger seat afterwards ..... :yak:
More worryingly, some years later but still some years back, my wife used to be a parts delivery driver. One torrentially rainy day she gave a lift to a bloke ... who turned out to have just been let out of prison ...
I went ballistic at the silly bint, who just didn't seem to corrolate the "single female, ex con" danger factor ...
More worryingly, some years later but still some years back, my wife used to be a parts delivery driver. One torrentially rainy day she gave a lift to a bloke ... who turned out to have just been let out of prison ...
I went ballistic at the silly bint, who just didn't seem to corrolate the "single female, ex con" danger factor ... Some years ago I was driving a 2ltr Sapphire from London up to Glasgow. I fuelled the car up at a station near Staples Corner and, after paying, found a bloke sitting in the passenger seat!
He imploringly asked for a lift to Lancashire (he had a Lancs accent) and I thought "why not?"
It was a warm evening so, as we set off, he wound down his window. Transpires he's a bit incoherant (drugs) and before Birmingham he fell asleep. The evening air got colder- especially the blast from the n/s fully open window- effing annoying.
I tried to wake him but no joy so I pulled into a service station in Staffordshire, shook him and said "we're here!"
He says "thanks man" and hops out the car. I then continue the rest of my 300 mile journey in comfort- going through Lancashire about an hour and a half later:
He imploringly asked for a lift to Lancashire (he had a Lancs accent) and I thought "why not?"
It was a warm evening so, as we set off, he wound down his window. Transpires he's a bit incoherant (drugs) and before Birmingham he fell asleep. The evening air got colder- especially the blast from the n/s fully open window- effing annoying.
I tried to wake him but no joy so I pulled into a service station in Staffordshire, shook him and said "we're here!"
He says "thanks man" and hops out the car. I then continue the rest of my 300 mile journey in comfort- going through Lancashire about an hour and a half later:
Some years ago, I was driving from Manchester down to Winchester in a Saab 900 Carlsson with a colleague of mine. On the way down we passed a broken down (or at least unattended) Harley Davidson somewhere north of Oxford. A mile or so later we spy a biker walking down the road in full leathers. Being young & stupid, we think "Lets see how brave Hells Angels are", so we offer him a lift.
After about 5 miles in the back, he says he has forgotten something on his bike - we offer to drive him back, but he says no, here'll be fine thank you
It wasn't big & it wasn't clever, but it was funny, and ever so sideways
After about 5 miles in the back, he says he has forgotten something on his bike - we offer to drive him back, but he says no, here'll be fine thank you
It wasn't big & it wasn't clever, but it was funny, and ever so sideways
srebbe64 said:
I travelled from Hampshire to Liverpool today on business (I write this from my hotel). Anyway, on the A34 I saw this bloke with his thumb in the air. He looked harmless, and I felt like having company. "Where ya going?", I asked. "Anywhere", he replied. He hops in and after a couple of minutes the stench of B.O. is overwhelming! I opened my window and had the aircon blasting my face. After half an hour, I said "damn it, I've left something at the office". So I dropped him off and pretended to go home! I felt sorry for him - he seemed really shy and insecure and didn't like to be honest with him.
Problem now is, my car stinks - even with the windows down! As such, don't reckon I'll be rushing to do that again.
You obviously haven't found the huge turd he slipped down the gap between the seat back and base.....
Until today, my experience with hitch-hikers has been okay. A few years ago, I was driving from Cambridge and passed a thumber. For some reason, without thinking, I yanked on the brakes. Young lad jumps in and says 'thanks'. I asked where he was going and he said, it's for charity and that he's going as far south in one week by hitching. He was hoping for southern Spain. I asked him which charity, and, amazingly, it was one of my mates (from church) who set up an auphanage in Uganda. He said that he'd been waiting for an hour with no joy. He then prayed and the next car to arrive was mine! I'm certainly not a religeous crack-pot, but I felt great that day.
kenny chim 4 said:
Some years ago I was driving a 2ltr Sapphire from London up to Glasgow. I fuelled the car up at a station near Staples Corner and, after paying, found a bloke sitting in the passenger seat!
He imploringly asked for a lift to Lancashire (he had a Lancs accent) and I thought "why not?"
It was a warm evening so, as we set off, he wound down his window. Transpires he's a bit incoherant (drugs) and before Birmingham he fell asleep. The evening air got colder- especially the blast from the n/s fully open window- effing annoying.
I tried to wake him but no joy so I pulled into a service station in Staffordshire, shook him and said "we're here!"
He says "thanks man" and hops out the car. I then continue the rest of my 300 mile journey in comfort- going through Lancashire about an hour and a half later:
You devious scumbag, Love your work 
only picked up hitchhikers once myself, turned out they were a pair of czechoslovakian mountaineers heading for the hills, had a good yarn about climbing and all things associated with it (do a bit of that stuff myself) until I dropped them where our paths diverged. they tried to talk me into taking them the whole way and climbing with them, but i had too much else on and couldnt unfortunately.
I was sat at some temporary roadworks in a place called Bollington (Near Macclesfield) a few years back.
As I waited at the red light, I was aware of an old boy (Wax cotton jacket, Brylcream - you know the type) closing in on the passenger door. He just opened it and sat in and then shut the door.
He pointed forwards and mumbled "Go on."
As well as being highly amusing, it was intriguing to see where he wanted to go. We went on green and he demanded that I stop about half a mile on.
He said thanks, got out and walked away, slowly.
The most bizarre lift I've ever given.
As I waited at the red light, I was aware of an old boy (Wax cotton jacket, Brylcream - you know the type) closing in on the passenger door. He just opened it and sat in and then shut the door.
He pointed forwards and mumbled "Go on."
As well as being highly amusing, it was intriguing to see where he wanted to go. We went on green and he demanded that I stop about half a mile on.
He said thanks, got out and walked away, slowly.
The most bizarre lift I've ever given.
One of the nice things about two seater cars is that you never have to give anyone a lift back from the pub and the smarter hitch-hikers don't even stick out their thumb.
Where the
do the dumb ones think I'm going to put them? In the boot? 
>> Edited by Don on Tuesday 13th September 07:59
Where the
do the dumb ones think I'm going to put them? In the boot? >> Edited by Don on Tuesday 13th September 07:59
Hey, think of the poor hitch-hiker too. I was at university and decided I'd do a cheap weekend in Chester so hitched there. It was great, Volvo 760 all the way. On the return leg, it began well with a rally-prepared Escort Mk 1 and the second lift was an Alfasud Ti. However, they suddenly dried up and no-one would stop (I was a tidy student who didn't smell). As the evening wore on, an old guy in a Reliant Regal stopped and out of sheer desperation, I took the lift which was noisy, extremely hot and I was glad when it ended. I never did that again.
THe lesson you learn from things like this is that there is no substitute for your own personal transport, no matter how cheap or delapidated, just as long as it goes and secondly, no matter how expensive petrol gets, it will always be worth it on some level.
THe lesson you learn from things like this is that there is no substitute for your own personal transport, no matter how cheap or delapidated, just as long as it goes and secondly, no matter how expensive petrol gets, it will always be worth it on some level.
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