Another part of the hitch hikers etiquette is the actual what comes around goes around philosophy, tho not in the merry-go-round of life sense. If you've been picked up hitch hiking you inevitably wind up picking up a hitcher. Again going thru Topanga Canyon, this time starting out at PCH, there was a guy standing on the side of the road thumbing. I was standing at the bottom of a shallow ravine talking to him when he raises his arms waving at a passing pick up. "Come on, I know these people." We hopped in the bed of the truck and were off. The couple up front had some wine, and as often was the case back then, I had some weed. We pulled on to a fire road and went into the canyon aways and partied for a while. They then dropped me off in the valley at that was the end of it.
That was the end of it until I bought my station wagon. (Talk about a vehicle that could tell a lot of stories) So I was headed some where for some reason, and as I turn onto the on ramp I see someone hitching. Instinctively I pulled over. This guy hops in, hey how ya doin, and all the other congeniality's. After getting on the freeway I looked over at the guy. "Hey aren't you..."
Sure enough, he was the guy from Topanga Canyon. What are the odds of that?
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