Hitchin stories

[Telemarketeer]

If you have ever had to hitch for backcountry runs you have a story. I got a ride on loveland pass holding onto the spare tire of a jeep standing on the bumper on full moon about ten years ago. Also rode in the back of a pickup with 2 sheep in New Zealand (insert joke here). We got 15 people in a ranger once. Scary rides with drunk hillbillies in Wyoming too. Cop picked me up and gave me a ticket for ducking a rope that I didn't duck. Let's hear your best....

[Rontele]

If you have ever had to hitch for backcountry runs you have a story. I got a ride on loveland pass holding onto the spare tire of a jeep standing on the bumper on full moon about ten years ago. Also rode in the back of a pickup with 2 sheep in New Zealand (insert joke here). We got 15 people in a ranger once. Scary rides with drunk hillbillies in Wyoming too. Cop picked me up and gave me a ticket for ducking a rope that I didn't duck. Let's hear your best....

irul&ublo's mom picked me up once and sucked me off twice.

[FrankZappa]

I got a friend who learned that your vehicle gets over run, and I mean over run by hitchers on Loveland pass when you stop to give someone a lift. So the next time he comes drivin' up the pass, he stops short of the curve where everybody is waitin', steps out, pulls out a shotgun and cuts loose a couple rounds over thier heads. Said he never saw so many people divin' over the edge. The road was clear to drive thru for a few moments after that.

[rideit]

I have a cougar story involving a brand new 1990 top of the line BMW,(in 1990) and being 'forced' to drive to drive 220 Km's an hour on the autobahn, and then having said cougar 'thank' me in St. Anton for getting her there from Munich in close to record time. I had never driven over 90 mph before this, or hooked up with anyone over twenty-three. Records were broken for me that still stand. Good times...

[GheePup]

she wasn't thanking you the whole way there with a blow job while driving her BMW at 220 Km/hr?

[rideit]

She was asleep, and only woke me up to say 'Schnell!!' REALLY freakin' loud. She scared me at first. I still do not know why she needed to get the car home so fast...with the language barrier, i couldn't ask.

[GheePup]

So she was making you drive 136 miles per hour while she was asleep? Wow! I did not know cougars possess such control over their prey while they are asleep. Scary

[golden powder]

I haven't done much at all, but on loveland pass during the september storm I witnessed a guy almost eat it into a Mack truck. The guy was hauling way faster than he should have at the bottom.

[ccwaskier]

Probably not that unusual, but looked into the cab while in the back of a truck on teton pass and the driver was smoking a bowl. A little disconcerning when you are in the back of a pickup on a steep twisty road in the snow and the guy doesn't have his hands on the wheel getting so he can get high.

Also had a cop stop on monarch pass. He told us he would give us a ride, but the skis wouldn't fit with all his gear, but just wanted to make sure we were ok.

[maniloff]

Also had a cop stop on monarch pass. He told us he would give us a ride, but the skis wouldn't fit with all his gear, but just wanted to make sure we were ok.

I hitched with a law enforcement ranger one time. The guy had a 6 inch stack of pornos in the back. Guess he had some time on his hands.

[damn texan]

nothing crazy, but i love picking up hitch hikers just to hear stories. plus they usually offer a smoke out, so its all cool.

[rideit]

Teton Pass hitching actually influenced my choice of vehicle....the good ol' F250 Xcab-Xbed can carry a SHITTON of skiers and gear. I believe in the hiching karma, and practice it diligintely. Look for the big, gold PIG. Shirk can tell ya'.

[Dr. Send]

I hitched with a law enforcement ranger one time. The guy had a 6 inch stack of pornos in the back. Guess he had some time on his hands.

I bet that's not all he had on his hands.

[glademaster]

Hiking up in the 'Dacks in late October of this year, during the cold and snowy spell, our round trip took longer than we thought and we ended up walking 2 miles along the side of Route 73 just south of Keene Valley in the dark, trying to hitch back to our car. After about 15 cars pass us by, a minivan with a wookie-esque dude driving in the opposite direction spitballs and offers us a ride. We accept it, being cold, tired and wet, and notice that he has not one, not two, but three rifles and a handful of empy beer cans in the front seat that he nonchalantly throws into the back seat to make room for us. My friend rides shotty, and I climb into the back, sitting next to the rifles, and after smelling that distinct citrus-pine aroma, a big brick of weed too (prolly a pound).

Definitely creepy, but he was a super nice guy and saved us 20 minutes of walking in rain and snow.

[alto]

From Las Condes (Santiago) up to Valle Nevado you really gotta be aggressive. A thumb from the shoulder won't cut it. You better be in the road, arms spread wide, cornering that unlucky uphill vehicle who can't swerve around you because of downhill traffic.

From some mushroom haven 4 miles up the gravel road (which was now a river) from our shack in Santa Teresa (near Mal Pais, Costa Rica), flagging down a lone flatbed that emerged out of the night, and surfing the flat bed through the puddles and the night and the rain all the way home.

A ride up to Snowbird from the bottom of LCC that went something like this:
Me: Thanks for picking me up!
Him: (extends hand) HARDCORE!
Me: (shakes hand)...
Him: HARDCORE! What's your NAME!
Me: Oh! Uh... Drew, name's Drew.
Him: I ski 150 days a winter.
Me: ....
Him: I ride with the PowderBirds all the TIME!
Me: ....
Him: So, do you know (insert obscure LCC local reference)? Didn't think so I've been here for 20 years. Like to call it the country club.
and so on and so on

[backpack]

Warning: long winded "hitchhiking" story ahead.

Synopsis: My car broke down along highway 6, I got a ride to Orem and took the bus to SLC from there.

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So I was on my way home from Moab to pack and then catch my flight to Phoenix when I stopped for road construction just before arriving in Price on Highway 6. When I started rolling again I noticed that the speedometer wasn't working. Needless to say this worried me, so when I got into what I thought was Price I stopped for gas at the Chevron and asked for the nearest repair shop; then brought the van in to be looked at. After some mumbled conversation and under-car flashlight and wrench work, the mechanics brought out a shredded bit of a gear in triumph and declared that my transfer case had overheated so much that the metal parts were melted together.

They proceed to call around and find out it will cost between $650 and $1400 to fix it depending on the quality of the replacement parts, and it will be at least 5 days, probably 7, before they can get everything and install it. I leave with the estimates and their card so I can relay the info to my parents once they get back from hiking, and proceed to walk about 2 miles down the road thinking I can find the Price Greyhound station.

Of course, what I failed to realize until I came upon the Wellington City Hall was that I wasn't in Price at all. I then proceeded to walk 4 miles back past the auto repair place (closed at 5) to the Chevron where I asked for directions to the auto shop. I figured it was the biggest station in town and they Greyhound might stop there, or at least they could tell me how to get to Price. As I was walking towards the Chevron a Greyhound with "Salt Lake City" as the destination flew past, but it didn't stop for my jumping-up-and-down arm waving.

The same two ladies who gave me directions were still working, so I thought they might be sympathetic and offer me a ride once they told me Price was still 10+ miles down the road. Nope. They asked a few questions and then started talking to each other about something else. Perfect. Just as I was about to buy something to drink and wait it out, a woman who had been standing by the door and overheard my conversation offered me a ride as far as Orem, if I wanted it. Of course I jumped at the chance... I mean, at least Orem is in the city and I figured I could catch a UTA bus to Salt Lake and then on to Ogden. After a brief talk with her husband and a few questions about my allergies (they had their cat in the car), we were off.

Before I knew it I was in Orem, caught a bus to Sandy and took TRAX to the Delta Center to meet Erica for sushi. I was home by 1am.

[smitchell333]

I got more hitchin tales than most...riding L-pass and B-pass frequently since 1988...

Riding loveland pass - untracked 2' of powder, run after run after run.

I ski down after more faceshots to the road, before I can dismount from the skis a 1975 La Sabre pulls over and before the door even opens I smell it....

Rastaman gives me a ride while smoking and passing the 5" spiff...

[Wibby]

a couple years ago I got picked up hitch hiking to Mt. Baker by the founder/owner/editor of frequency TSJ and he offered me a job.

[shirk]

I got picked up hitching a ride from Plumtree Zimbabwe to Francistown Botswana by some off duty cops. Didn't know it was cops at first when the little toyota truck pulled off to pick me up. Was a little worried when I looked in the cab to see two cops in uniform. But hictching is a regular form of transport in Africa. They had three guys in cuffs in the back of the truck, transporting some illegals back to Botswana.

[rungsp]

Me and my mate hitching in rural Canada many years ago, we were about 16 years old. Wierd guy picks us up and proceeds to tell us in great detail about the mini spiders that live in his crotch and make him really itchy!

Thankfully he only told us about this....he didn't show us or anything like that!

We were both quite innocent types and really had no idea what to say...his Mum wasn't too pleased that we had been hitching when we told her the story.

[Alyeska_Skibum]

Long winded story:
Going hunting with my Dad, he stopped to pick some guy. We were in a motorhome, so the hitcher and I were sitting at the table making small talk. He was traveling light, all he had was a duffel bag. Running out of things to say, I asked "Whats in the bag?" His response, "None of your buisness."
I was a little weirded out by this. A few more miles down the road, I ask again, hoping he was just messing with me "Whats in the bag?"
This time hes replied with a more serious tone and a really stern look "I said its none of your fuckin buisness." At this point my Dad turned around and shot me a look that told me to shut the fuck up.
So after awhile, the guy stood up and went to the bathroom, I saw this as a chance to see what was in the bag. I quickly unbuckled the bag and no sooner did I do that, the guy came out of the bathroom and freaked "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BACK YOU LITTLE SHIT!" MY dad slammed on the brakes, we both went flying forward towards the cab. My dad and the guy start screaming at each other, and the guy finally just said "fuck it" and got out.
But he forgot to take his bag with him. It was all pretty nuts

[Brock Landers]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THE BAG

[iceclimb]

in 1990 I had just arrived at the road from a tour near West Yellowstone. (Specemin Creek or some such place) It was about 5 miles back to the car, and getting close to dark.

A 2 door car pulled over, and the 4 of us jumped in without even thinkng about it. When the guy went to put the car in gear, I heard a strange clinking sound.. and looked down to see him shifting the bottle of Yukon Jack next to the shifter.

He picked it up, took a swig, put the car and drove. 5 scary miles later, made it to the car, the guy didn't offer us any Yukon either.

[Alyeska_Skibum]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THE BAG

None of your fucking buisness!!

[C_Free]

Aww man what was in the bag? It's killing me!