Kurado's hitchhiking. Pick that nigga up!

I should preface this story with a note: My mother is a clinically insane woman who ironically was a crazy hippie ex-hitch-hiker extraordinaire. This was years ago, so none of us had any cells.

We were up near the Kancamagus Pass near the New Hampshire border while we were camping a few summers ago. We had my mom, my sister, Steve and Eddie (friends) and myself in a minivan, ready to hit the river with all of our inflatables.

Turns out the van broke down a few miles off the target. So we all got out, poked at the engine, and had a good old time being us. Mom was stressed and had no idea how to get us all off the road and into a safe place.

SO. She thought it would be a good idea to HITCH-HIKE US A RIDE.

A fucking Mainer priest pulls over, driving a tiny little Toyota. He says his church is just down a ways, and he can give us a ride into Fryeburg - a VERY small town just down the road.

My mother agreed to take a ride from him. Tricky part? She was staying behind with the van to wait for AAA.

The four of us kids were ELATED to go for a ride with a strange man, though. We were stupid and oblivious, and agreed happily.

We get into the car with the old man. He starts talking about UFOs and the "crazy things" he has seen in the area. At this point, we all kind of look at each other and stifle laughter.

We all did eventually get safely to Fryeburg. But we still talk about this WEIRD PRIEST to this day.

There are other little incidents with my friends Jenn and Sarah. We would walk around in the cold for hours and those two would just get so sick of walking, they'd try to hitch back to their home area. I never took a ride, and always walked home alone, in the cold, through some nasty neighborhoods of the city in the middle of the night. I don't know which is safer. =/

We also recently took a ride from two men in Knoxville, Tennessee. We were looking for food, and the bitchass hotel lady gave is really bad advice. We took the bus down to some part of town where there were nothing but BARS, and no food.

So we were asking people where there was a good restaraunt. Two guys told us they knew of some place called the Silver Spoon or some shit, and they would drive us.

I was all "UH THATS NOT A GOOD IDEA, GUYS. We're totally out of our element." But 2 against 1. We took the ride.

And they got us COMPLETELY fucking LOST. They were drunk, I think. They couldn't even find The Silver Spoon. They pointed out an Denny's and I was like "NOTHX" (what is WITH you southerners and Denny's?!?!) and we got sick of letting them drive us further and further out of the city at that point.

Concerned we'd never find a bus or taxi or whatever to take us back in to Knoxville being any further out, we told them to just pull over - we'd find something on foot. They seemed puzzled, but did so kindly.

And the reason I wasn't driving that night was because I had driven about 1200 miles that day and did NOT want to get back in the car.

Jam it back in, in the dark.