Quotes about Hitchhiking

Then I was eighteen again, literally, hitchhiking in a bewildering zigzag from Toad Suck Park, Arkansas, to Big Bone Lick State Park, Kentucky, to Hungry Mother State Park, Virginia, to Intercourse, Pennsylvania, through the Shenandoah Valley to Sweet Lips, Tennessee, and then on through the Bible Belt bound, as best I could tell, for Climax, North Carolina.

I decided to leave and go to California, so I packed up my Salvador Dali print of two blindfolded dental hygienists trying to make a circle on an Etch-a-Sketch, and I headed for the highway and began hitching. Within three minutes I got picked up by one of those huge trailer trucks carrying 20 brand-new cars. I climbed up the side of the cab and opened the door. The guy said, "I don't have much room up here. Why don't you get into one of the cars out back?" So I did. And he was really into picking people up, because he picked up 19 more. We all had our own cars. Then he went 90 miles per hour and we all got speeding tickets.