|
Was pretty common back in the '60s and early '70s. When driving down University Avenue in Berkeley toward the freeway back in those days, I almost always saw a line of 10 to 20 hitchers on the sidewalk just before the northbound onramp to I-80, all of them young and downy-cheeked. That didn't last. Hitchers are rare in the college town I live in now, and those that you see tend to be disheveled, bearded gentlemen with very large backpacks.
I never hitch-hiked, myself. Always had a car or busfare or a friend. Also had an experience at a very young age, 12 or so, in which some older teenage boys I didn't know offered me a lift and then tried to pressure me to get into their car when I refused. After that, never felt that getting into a strange car was a good idea.
|