Road trip stories

November 1977. I was living in St. Joseph Mo, working second shift at a medical supply factory, living in a real dump of an apartment, the rent was 50.00 a month and I had to share a bath.

I came home one Thursday night to find my best friend sitting on my steps waiting for me to get home, he had a half empty fifth of Jack Daniels Black and a twelve pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.

So, my drunk buddy looking for some companionship handed me a beer, and started talking about a girl he knew in Stillwater Mn. telling me about all her friends and how he was positive that one of them would sleep with me.

The booze started working and being a horny 19 year old, the prospect of having sex with a horny girl from the north country started sounding pretty good.
About two in the morning we decided that the only logical conclusion would be for us to pile in my car a 1965 Ford Fairlane and go to Minnesota.

He assured me that he knew the way, and off we went to see the wizard, we started out in a lather with hormones raging driving 90 miles an hour up Interstate 35.

Somewhere during the night he started driving while I passed out in the back. I came to when it was full light, wondering just where in the hell I was, so, I asked him.

"We're going to Minnesota" he said, so I thought about this and asked how far was St.Joe. "About three hundred miles back that way he said".
"Well, how far is to where we're going"? I asked him.
"About two hundred miles ahead"

So that is how we came to Stillwater Minnesota, I called in sick to work from there, never did get laid, and the trip was better than what I've said, but, to be young and on the road.
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Hinsdale, New Hampshire. I was 18, barely, living with a friend in a ratty old trailer. Sitting around one night, bored and drunk. I said, "I think I'm going to see how far I can hitchhike on..." I pulled out the change in my pocket to find 2 dimes... "twenty cents."

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll go with you."

So we walked out of the place and stuck our thumbs out. Got picked up by a van full of guys who got us stoned and let us out at the Interstate on ramp. We hitched our way down to Massachusetts then got lucky. A car with New Jersey plates picked us up.

Nice couple. Brought us to their apartment in Hackensack and put us up for the night. Gave us ten bucks (which we went out and spend on a pint of Jack Daniel's) and food. Offered us advice (which we ignored).

We left there the next afternoon and had a hell of a time getting out of the maze of streets and ramps and chaos that is the whole greater New York area. Finally, two guys in a semi asked us for directions.

"We're not from around here," I said. "We're hitching."

"Oh. Want to go to Texas?"

"Sure." So we climbed in the truck.

By the next morning, my friend was done. She called her parents who came to get her but I kept going. Rode all over the country with truckers. They'd radio ahead for a ride for me and I'd pick it up at a rest area or truck stop. They were ALL (with one exception) complete gentlemen, telling me I really should go home, buying me meals and showers at the truck stops, a box of Tampax, booze, supplying me with more drugs than I'd ever seen, taking me to parties in their hometowns. It was great.

Finally, I headed home. I'd been gone for 3 weeks. I returned with ten dollars. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life.