tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post7884186008126980791..comments2024-03-28T10:06:01.257-07:00Comments on Oddball Observations : TUESDAY TRAVELSCatalysthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-74246402615908468052017-01-04T00:32:32.996-07:002017-01-04T00:32:32.996-07:00It was a safer place back in those days. More frie...It was a safer place back in those days. More friendly too.Tom Cochrunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04046822056852446079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-55793594406177498782017-01-03T19:39:54.713-07:002017-01-03T19:39:54.713-07:00I did the hitch hiking thing and like you had a fe...I did the hitch hiking thing and like you had a few scares but there were also great rides with unbelievable people. It was a bit of a challenge.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-4339057937371088382017-01-03T15:32:59.059-07:002017-01-03T15:32:59.059-07:00I've done ride sharing with people, but you se...I've done ride sharing with people, but you set that up by computer. Never tried hitchhiking.William Kendallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00331324250821836822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-41468560061705525002017-01-03T15:09:29.118-07:002017-01-03T15:09:29.118-07:00Times have definitely changed. I drove past a stud...Times have definitely changed. I drove past a student in a pouring rain, when I could have given him a lift about a half mile to his house. Even though my son was with me, I knew better. Something that simple can ruin a teacher's life these days.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-79920350326074852352017-01-03T15:01:37.450-07:002017-01-03T15:01:37.450-07:00My parents would occasionally drive a hitchhiker a...My parents would occasionally drive a hitchhiker across the Ambassador Bridge*, but even that stopped after I was teenaged. Just too risky for all concerned. <br /><br />*Between Detroit MI, and Windsor Ont. A good five miles from apron to apron. Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-85269079398374107702017-01-03T14:37:54.184-07:002017-01-03T14:37:54.184-07:00I've never hitched a ride anywhere, but I did ...I've never hitched a ride anywhere, but I did pick up a hitchhiker once. He was a nice fellow.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-84398899215071426422017-01-03T13:52:46.003-07:002017-01-03T13:52:46.003-07:00wow, you certainly used a few of the 'cats hav...wow, you certainly used a few of the 'cats have nine lives'...lives with a couple of those hitchhiking tales!Silver in AZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12501467853392916885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-65449412653588721302017-01-03T13:38:47.060-07:002017-01-03T13:38:47.060-07:00Good advice, Lowell. Of course, in the 50's w...Good advice, Lowell. Of course, in the 50's we were all immortal, right?Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-77989664779594762742017-01-03T13:38:06.268-07:002017-01-03T13:38:06.268-07:00It may have been, Joe.It may have been, Joe.Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-12196593751567524632017-01-03T13:27:45.122-07:002017-01-03T13:27:45.122-07:00I remember hitchhiking in the 50s but even then it...I remember hitchhiking in the 50s but even then it wasn't very smart. I would never ever think of doing such a thing again! We were lucky. A friend of our family was killed by a man who picked him up hitchhiking.<br /><br />Anyway, keep your thumb in your belt where it belongs and saunter on over to the local saloon and have yourself a draft (or two); that's what I would do if I were you. I think. Maybe. Or not. What the heck, do whatever you so desire. 🤠Lowellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15305748075301453010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-18664904700196132672017-01-03T09:19:48.755-07:002017-01-03T09:19:48.755-07:00And the 60's. We hitched a lot to high school...And the 60's. We hitched a lot to high school and then to college (50 miles). Almost always got a ride from someone we knew in High School, and former college graduates or just nice people. Did get a ride with a drunk once who stopped at a bar for another drink and we stayed in the car (stupid much?)hey, a rides is a ride. Have not seen a hitcher since those days. Good times, but probably scarier than we realized.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.com