My best hitchhiker day was when I was leaving Springfield, Massachusetts on my way south. I saw three young men hitching for a ride near the highway. I stopped and they all jumped into the car. When they asked where I was heading I told them - Florida.
Well, those boys got out of my car right there and then. They whooped and hollered, screamed and shouted; when then calmed down and got back into the car. Turns out this was their first time to hitch a ride. Their friends told them all kinds of horror stories and they were prepared for the worst. What they never figured on was making it to Mom's house in one ride. Talk about luck.
It was the best day for everyone. (This was before Interstate 95 was completed.)
