World, I knew that it was something of interest. I thought maybe the it was a joke name or a reference to something, but I didn't get it. I said it three or four times to see if it sounded like anything, but it didn't. The only thing that came to mind: was this that killer lady that hitched rides and then whacked guys in the act of sex? I wasn't sure so I didn't say anything. tulsa
About 6 years ago I picked a guy up on a fairly desolate road outside of town.
We get to speaking and he is just mumbling "yes or no" to most of my questions. I take the hint, but get fairly squeemish as the guy is starting to freak me out. He is carrying this bowling bag and is cluthching it like there is no tomorrow...
about 15 minutes into the ride, the suspense is killing me, and i ask him "so what's in the bag?"
"NONE OF YOUR G-DAM BIZNESS!!!" was his reply
i start to sweat and say "i'm just trying to be nice, there's no need to freak out"
"well, i told you it's none of your business" he says
i pull over to the side of the road and politely ask him to get out. He says to me "no...we're going to continue on down the road" i ask him politely to get out AGAIN. "NO!! DRIVE!!"
at this point, i'm totally freaked...i reach over and open his door and we start wrestling. A few seconds in, he drops the bag and i kicked him out of the car.
I screech away....crazy m'fer didn't even have time to grab the bag
We get to speaking and he is just mumbling "yes or no" to most of my questions. I take the hint, but get fairly squeemish as the guy is starting to freak me out. He is carrying this bowling bag and is cluthching it like there is no tomorrow...
about 15 minutes into the ride, the suspense is killing me, and i ask him "so what's in the bag?"
"NONE OF YOUR G-DAM BIZNESS!!!" was his reply
i start to sweat and say "i'm just trying to be nice, there's no need to freak out"
"well, i told you it's none of your business" he says
i pull over to the side of the road and politely ask him to get out. He says to me "no...we're going to continue on down the road" i ask him politely to get out AGAIN. "NO!! DRIVE!!"
at this point, i'm totally freaked...i reach over and open his door and we start wrestling. A few seconds in, he drops the bag and i kicked him out of the car.
I screech away....crazy m'fer didn't even have time to grab the bag
When I was in the Navy hitching was the only way to get around. You never had any wheels, in the port you happened to be in. People in Canada were the best, asking lots of questions, just curious about Americans. Very good people. In America, it was where you were. Connecticut was awesome. I was a very clean cut good looking kid, lifted every day so I was pretty much all-American, and usually got a ride within minutes. In CT I was with a drinking shipmate from Arkansas. He was a super redneck, but a hell of a partier. We wandered into a picnic of people we did not even know, but they loved us and we got shitfaced, badly. They all left and my friend was staggering. I got us to the highway but he could barely walk. I set him down and he just passed out. First headlights I see pick us up. The guy, white male about 40 looks normal, but looks can be deceiving. My freind is passed out in the back seat. We start making conservation, and then he starts going down the sexual freedom path. You guys from the base, gets awful lonely out at seas so long, what do you do for sex. I know where this is going so I try to switch the conversation. Too late, he is hitting on us, come back to my place, I have no problem satisfying women or men. Oh, ****, that is just fuckin great. Shut the hell up *******. I am thinking we have a long ride, just keep him talking, because my friend cannot walk. Then I hear some mumbling from the backseat, he was not passed out. He says that makes you a lousy no good ****** then. Oops, party and ride are over. Guy slams on the brakes, get out, get out of my car. My drunken friend is just going nuts, you fuckin ******, you coksucker. On and on. So this guy starts getting really PO'd. And I am a little to drunk to play moderator. So we exit stage right. And he burns tires out of there. You stupid A'hole, all we had to do was play along and we would be back at base. His rush of energy is gone, and he is mumbling again. So we start thumbing again. Very soon a car is coming at us from the oppostie direction, swerves across and tries to hit us. I shoved my friend off the shoulder and jumped into a ditch. I could feel the wind of the car just miss me. So the car goes up the road about 50 feet and U turns. We are screwed. Pitch black, no cars for miles. Here he comes, so right as he gets close I look around and find this big old rock. Real big, and heavy. I stay in the ditch and he speeds by yelling I'll kill you in a not friendly manner. I shotput the big rock into the passenger side windshield and it just shatters. I grad my drunken friend and we crawl into the bushes, not knowing if this guy is packing or what. I guess the rock sent the fruiter over the edge and he has a flashlight and a piece. By now I am pretty awake, the buzz was gone. Good thing he had a flashlight, because I knew where he was and he could not find us. We went back deeper in the trees, and he gave up. We had to walk all the way back to base, in the woods, as I would not take us back out to the street again. It was the last time I hitched with someone I did not know well. Stupid redneck almost got us killed. We had some laughs over it, but that was the last time I went drinking with that fool. Best Wishes...OF:digit:
Picked up many hikers and have regretted most. One girl had me take her cross town, 10 miles, the whole way asking me to give her money for some skank cigs. She stunk too. One guy told me he was headed to kick some azz. Ask if I wanted to help. I try to avoid these days. Not worth it. Usually smell/stink off of the interstate.
Story #2. Stuck at Puget Sound Naval Shipyard in drydock. Horrible duty. All of the civies hate sailors, and we do not like them. Very much like Norfolk, or Norfuck. Sailors and dogs keep off the grass sign. So I ferry it over to Seattle to score some smoke, probably a 1/4lb. Big brown bag would not fit in my pocket. So I hitch back to the ferry. Young guy picks me up, white male, mid 20's, looks like a partier, in a small sedan. Some shepard type dog in the back. Guy was cool, but his dog kept growling at me. I ask him, does your dog bite? No he laughs, he is all bark. No sooner than those words leave his mouth the dogs not only bites me, but hangs on to my elbow. I am shaking my arm like hell, get him off of me. The guy is just wide eyed, in shock, and forgets he is even driving. He starts yelling no, bad dog, no. Stupid dog is locked on, growling and snarling. Bam, we go into an intersection, ran the red and broadside this car. That got the dog off. Not going fast enough to seriously injure anyone, but it is right in the middle of the intersection. I grab my brown bag and say laters man, thanks for the ride. He says you can't leave the scene of an accident. Really? See you later. He was still yelling, I need you to tell the story to the cops. I said tell them it was your all bark no bite dog's fault and sprinted out of there. Stayed at some town sluts house, afraid to go to the ferry landing. Was as close to a Cheech and Chong movie I have ever been.
Very lucky to walk or run from that one. Best Wishes...OF:howdy:
Very lucky to walk or run from that one. Best Wishes...OF:howdy:
Summer of 1976, driving PA Turnpike. I had a Cutlass Olds. Picked up 4 different hitch hikers. They were all heading to Philly for Bicentenial. Well everyone of them had some kind of mind enhancing substance on them. Turned into quite the party. So much so instead of going to Baltimore, I drove to Philly instaed and spent the night. One of the guys was staying with friends, who put me up as the party continued into the morning.
Tulsa said:
No way I was hangin around holding. What's in the bag kid? Sack lunch? Plus it was just so surreal, I was wasted, and the dog was going to bite, I knew it. What was even better, I was opening the car door getting out when I said it. I turned around and looked him right in the eye, I was dead serious and he knew it. Last time he picked up a hitchhiker I imagine. To be honest, to this day I feel bad for him. He was actually a cool guy, and helped me out. The self preservation behavior took control. I would have stayed if not in a bustable situation. I will never forget the look on his face, from when the dog attacked me, to the crash, and me bailing. Utter shock is a good description. Wild times for FROG. Not one of my finer moments. Have a real good story #3, where I am a good guy with ethics. But on this forum it probably will not fly.
Maybe later...OF:howdy:
