New Thread: What's Your Best Story Of Breaking Down Or Hitch-hiking Stories???

Sometimes my heart is bigger than my head.

It was about 3:30 in White City Oregon in early August. Hotter than heck. I see a reasonably clean looking guy with a nice bag with his thumb out. Not sure why, but I turned around and went back and picked him up.

He claims that he is from Paducah Ky and was at a motel in CA where he was vacationing. He awoke to find out that his truck was stolen along with all of his stuff inside like $, etc. This was just before cell phones came out everywhere. He can't reach his boss because he is on vacation. No one else is around.

So, he wants to go north to get on a major hwy and then head east. Not sure why he was hitching going dead east now.....

So, I give him a ride to Klamath Falls. A place that is not good for hitching I hear from others later.

My pastor will not help him, no one else will.

My wife is gone, so I get the good idea to drive him home to my house. I feed him and give him a comfortable place to stay etc. Kinda spooky, but I'm fairly big and alot younger so I wasn't too worried.

So in the morning, what to do with this guy??

I take him to the bus station and buy him a ticket to KY for $182.00. I also gave him some other money for food. Of course he is happy and says he'll send the money etc.

My wife comes home, not happy. We were not in good shape financially at that point and we really needed the $200.00.

I attempted to find him, no luck of course.

So, Rob is a kind hearted idiot and this is the end of the story.........nah that would be too easy.

Fast forward about 6 months. I am alone again driving through the middle of nowhere and I see a hitcher. Who could it be? Middle of winter in central Oregon.

You guessed it. Same guy!

It was him no question. He kept playing dumb that he knew me etc. I asked him point blank that you wouldn't remember someone who spent that much of their meager resources on another?

He has to get out at Chemult. If you know where that is, it is a town of a couple of gas stations.

I left him there.

I think he was a local who tramped back and forth from maybe CA to Wa or something.

Live and learn.

ROB