Reason #44 I'm Glad I'm a Dude

I think I would be more worried about hitchhiking if I was a girl.

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Last night, I blew a tire in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I was left with no recourse but to walk my flattened bike the remaining seven miles. That is what I began to do. I flagged down passing motorists to no avail. They all had excuses. Most of these were legitimate.

As darkness set, I flipped on the lights and continued my trek, albeit slowly. Then, something happened. I hitched a ride.

At 9:40; I flagged down a driver, loaded up my bicycle, and got into a Yukon that was absolutely filled with probably illegal immigrants. The driver was the only one that spoke English. I sat on a guy. I'd ridden a bike 65 miles in the heat - and I smelled like it - and I sat on a guy. This was apparently not a bother to him.

Danville was not on their way to Westfield, by any means. But, in fairness, they were lost when they found me; so where they were going was not on their way to Westfield.

Seriously; thanks guys.