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Mid-80's, me and a few of my friends got over 600 miles of rides mostly in the back of pickups after working a summer in AK. We'd split into pairs and meet up at a designated town. No cell phones back then, just look or wait for the other pair to show up on the side of the road. We were just 19-20 at the time, so not very scary looking. After that summer, I wound up giving rides to hitchhikers who may not have looked upstanding, but appreciated the lift.

I guess I could've made this an AskPoal question instead: Can you trust strangers not to murder you?

Mid-80's, me and a few of my friends got over 600 miles of rides mostly in the back of pickups after working a summer in AK. We'd split into pairs and meet up at a designated town. No cell phones back then, just look or wait for the other pair to show up on the side of the road. We were just 19-20 at the time, so not very scary looking. After that summer, I wound up giving rides to hitchhikers who may not have looked upstanding, but appreciated the lift. I guess I could've made this an AskPoal question instead: Can you trust strangers not to murder you?

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Long ago, as a young Marine, I hitched all over California and North Carolina. I sometimes hitched in Texas when I got back home, when I was "between" cars. I didn't have much money. It was a different time back then. I met a lot of great people. There were a few times though when I kept my hand on my knife for the whole ride.