So, 1979 I am hitch-hiking. I get a ride from two guys in a 1928 Mercedes replica, they are old retired guys just coming from the race track, and on their way to a bar, they pick me up. We drive and drive until we are in the middle of the country on a highway between two cities, each about 40,000 people separated by 40 miles. Then we pull into a dive bar honky-tonk type of place. They go inside, and I continue hitch-hiking. Half an hour later, they come out and drive into the horizon.
I keep hitch-hiking, no luck, for like an hour and a half, hardly any cars going by. Then, a ...
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