The galaxy’s guide to hitchhikers

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Sometime in the late summer of 2015, a cheerful little Canadian robot named Hitchbot was making its way from Boston to San Francisco. Hitchbot was a very basic device resembling a trashcan with arms and legs, equipped with a GPS to track progress and an onboard camera to periodically take pictures. Unable to walk, Hitchbot relied on the kindness of strangers to give it rides, and was a social experiment intended to answer the question, “Can robots trust human beings?” It had already successfully crossed the entirety of Canada from coast to coast.

But then it encountered Philadelphia[Tread lightly, McAleer. We Philly natives protect our own! —EW]

The City of Brotherly Love is also the town with a reputation for throwing batteries at opposing professional athletes during sports games. (Cue the It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia title card, “The Gang Murders A Robot.”) Hitchbot was eventually recovered, but it had been completely eviscerated. On the plus side, when the AI robot dogs come for us all, Philly will clearly be a good spot for humanity’s last stand.

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For the fans that had followed Hitchbot’s travels on Twitter and Facebook, it was a dose of harsh reality. As recently as twenty years ago, hitchhiking was still a relatively common practice. It’s still legal in 44 states and across most of Canada. (On both sides of the border, there are often restrictions around highways.) However, police usually caution against hitchhiking, and there are any number of hair-raising stories about why it can be dangerous.

You would think that with the rise of ride-sharing, car-sharing, and even electric scooters there would be multiple apps for hitchhiking. But while there is a solid instructional guide for would-be hitchers at HitchWiki, hitchhiking itself is sort of a lost art. Thumbing a ride is something that’s mostly disappeared from North American society. Which is a bit of a shame. True, you never knew who you were going to meet when you pulled over for an extended thumb, but you also might end up meeting someone with a great story to tell.

 

U2 could be surprised

DUBLIN, IRELAND – JANUARY 20: Kathy Gilfillan, Paul McGuinness, Bono and Ali Hewson attend the European premiere of ‘Lincoln’ on January 20, 2013 in Dublin, Ireland. (Photo by Phillip Massey/WireImage) WireImage

Sometimes, even Bono needs a ride.

Driving in a downpour in the West Vancouver area ten years ago, Edmonton Oilers hockey player Gilbert Brule spotted a hitchhiker on the side of the road, getting drenched. In the hitchhiking world, this is called a pity lift—someone stopping because the ‘hiker looked miserable.

In this case, however, it was U2 frontman Bono and manager Paul McGuinness. The pair received a short lift to the Horseshoe Bay area, and Bono later sent tickets to Brule and his family.

At the concert in Edmonton, Bono even gave a little speech about the ride. “I like ice hockey because people who play ice hockey are the kind of people who pick up hitchhikers. I’m ever so grateful.”

SHANGHAI, CHINA – NOVEMBER 04: Gilbert Brule #17 of HC Kunlun Red Star vies for the puck in the 2017/18 Kontinental Hockey League Regular Season match between HC Kunlun Red Star and HC Sochi at Feiyang Ice Skating Center on November 4, 2017 in Shanghai, China. (Photo by Visual China Group via Getty Images) Visual China Group via Getty Ima

Out of the way

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The lead photo on the Vilnius’ club’s Facebook page. Facebook | Vilnius Hitch-hiking Club - Vilniaus Autostopo Klubas

If Bono was happy about the lift, imagine how two members of Lithuania’s Vilnius Hitchhiking club were when they caught a ride from a 55-year-old German man in Berlin. The driver, in a Toyota Corolla, was at the time only taking a short 30-mile ride; he instead ended up driving his passengers for an entire week, through Frankfurt, Luxembourg, Paris, Brussels, the Netherlands, and then all the way to Vilnius. Total distance was recorded as just under 2500 miles, not including the driver’s final leg back home.

What would possess someone to go that far out of the way for total strangers? Hitchhiking isn’t just a potential adventure for those who are asking for a lift. Whoever this unnamed driver was, he was suddenly dropped into a week-long tour of Europe, one that he might not otherwise have ever done himself. If nothing else, being open to possibilities landed him with a great story.

Der Engel der Anhalter: Angel of the Hitchhikers

autobahn Photo by Jennifer Latuperisa-Andresen on Unsplash
Photo by Jennifer Latuperisa-Andresen on Unsplash

What is it about Germany that encourages drivers to so willingly offer lifts? Among several unofficial hitchhiking records is top speed attained by a driver after giving a lift—the top two are in an Alpina 5 Series and an AMG E63, the former achieving nearly 200 mph on the Autobahn.

However, if you got picked up by Dieter Wesch and his Proton 416, it wasn’t the speed of the passage as much as the number of rides. Wesch kept a guestbook for all the hitchhikers he’d picked up over the years, and it ran to more than two dozen volumes containing messages of thanks in multiple languages. In 1980, Wesch was picking up more than 200 people every month.

Things slowed as Wesch approached the 10,000-passenger mark. In a 2002 interview with Autobild magazine, Wesch said that there were fewer people than ever out hitchhiking. He was hoping to meet just a few dozen a month. “That’s kind of my life support,” he told Autobild. “I want to accompany people on part of their journey.”

Guinness World Record Hitchhiking… Fridge

As with any oddball pursuit, hitchhiking is ideal for pointless record-setting. The Guinness Book of Records, always a fun read if you were in grade school in the 1980s and 1990s, listed the quickest times to hitchhike across the length of the U.K., from Cornwall to the tip of Scotland (and back). It also noted the feats of the perpetually peripatetic, like Frenchman Benoit Grieu, who began hitchhiking in 1979 and had traveled more than a million miles until he disappeared in 2011.

Also, there’s a record for longest distance accompanied by a fridge.

To win a £100 bet with a friend, English standup comedian Tony Hawks (not the skateboarding American) hitchhiked around the circumference of Ireland accompanied by a small fridge. In a shocking revelation, it seems a late-night drinking session was involved in the making of the bet, but Hawk got a Guinness Record out of his trip: 1025.26 miles hitchhiked with fridge, certified May 1997.

He also wrote a fun book about his trip, the aptly titled Round Ireland with a Fridge. In it, he takes the fridge surfing, gets it christened, and generally meets interesting character after interesting character. The last is part of the lost joy of hitchhiking.

On the Road

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A visitor views an exhibit with a thirty-six foot section of scroll which contains the origianl manuscript of Jack Kerouac’s famous beat generation novel “On The Road” at the San Francisco Main Library January 18, 2006 in San Francisco, California. Getty Images

The great American opus on hitchhiking is, of course, Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. The story is not all hitchhiking, of course, but it tells of a time when traveling in the company of strangers was common. As the decades passed, memories of this phenomenon faded.

We interact with our fellow travelers less and less. This is even true when traveling by rail or airline, headphones on and noses slammed against screens.

The real death knell for hitchhiking in North America was less the bloodcurdling stories of dangers and more rising rates of car ownership. In the 1960s, ’70s, and ’80s, people could rely on the thumb to get around. In more recent times, most of us swoosh along silently, isolated by steel and glass.

As hitchhiking fades almost entirely from our roads, there is the sense that something is being lost. Do you have any memorable meetings or adventures involving hitchhiking? Perhaps someone told you a story. Perhaps somebody gave you a tip on the best cheesesteak in Philly. [Better off with a roast pork sandwich from DiNic’s in Reading Terminal. -EW] Maybe once you stopped to pick up a wonky-looking little robot, took it home to meet your family, and offered a little advice about the necessity of always packing a towel.

 

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Comments

    My mother hated automatic transmissions. So much so, that when we purchased a new Pontiac LeMans (the Lemons) in 1975, my parents ordered it with a three-on-the-tree.

    My mother had no issues picking up hitchhikers. In the late 1970s, we picked up a young couple, who sat in the backseat. The young lady was fascinated watching my mom drive. Finally she leaned over to her boyfriend and asked “What is she doing?”

    “Shifting” her boyfriend replied.

    While 3- or 4-on-the floor with a clutch is a dying art, three-on-the-tree is even more so. (Do they even make cars with them any more?) I delivered flowers for a florist during the summer & holidays of my college years. The Ford Econoline van had the three-on-the-tree. I could shift that van smoothly while piloting the roads of Westchester Co. in NY. During that time, my daily driver was a ’43 Ford Jeep with a 3-speed.

    The “Jeep” alone is a story unto itself. Its history in my family goes back to the early ’60’s in England. It would become my car in ’67 for $1.00! Still in the family today. (Sorry for the digression.)

    Back in the late 60’s/early 70’s, during my college years, I would hitchhike a lot from college to home & back. I learned two things during that time; one is to hitchhike with a girl that wasn’t too hippyish (college preppy preferable) but most important include the word “Please” on the sign. Many people that picked me up, either w/ or w/o GF, commented that the main reason they stopped to give me a ride is because I had the word “Please” on my sign.

    Best hitchhiking story was the time I got arrested in Utica, NY in ’72 with two other people (boy & girl). We were charged with the crime of “being pedestrians on a public highway”, aka, hitchhiking on the NYS Thruway (I-90). We had to go to the police station, pay a $5 bail (a fine really). Being a poor college student, I didn’t have the $5. Fortunately, my friends were able to “bail” me out. We took the bus from Utica to Monticello, NY, crashed at the girl’s house and eventually made it to the NYC Area (home) the next day. So whenever I have to fill out an application & they ask me if I’ve ever been arrested, I check the “Yes” box & note the statute of my crime. Usually gets a few laughs from potential employees as that’s who usually ask for that information. Not a bad ice-breaker during interviews.

    As a 17 yr old kid from the hills eastern Kentucky, I went aboard the USS Orion AS-18 (a sub tender) in Norfolk VA on December 27, 1956. Hitched a lot. Best: Young newlyweds in a brand new 57 Chevy, took me a couple of hundred miles through Virginia. Worst: three drunks in a 49 Ford in the mountains of West Virginia. I bailed as soon as we got to a wide place in the road (US 60). Overall: Met a lot of great people, glad I did it!

    Hitched from SoCal with a friend to Spokane for the Worlds Fair. You figure out the year. After, restless, we hitched over the border up to Banff, then across to Vancouver, and south back home. I could write a short story about all the rides, but one “car” story stands out.
    Got picked up in Port Angeles, Wa. by a hipster driving an old car.. a ’54 Chevy 4 door. He was tired, and so I drove it along 101 to Newport Oregon. Three on the tree, solid 6. I’ve always appreciated them since.

    Lots of fun stories here, folks. I will just say that I picked up a hitchhiker for the first time in ages a couple weeks ago. Very obviously a trail-runner with all the gear, waiting on the Sea-to-Sky in the middle of a hot day, so I stopped and then ran him back up to his car which he’d left at the trailhead back at Mr. Cypress.

    Obviously not the kind of thing you do regularly these days, and you have to be smart about it, but you know, cost me nothing as I was going that way anyway and maybe filled the ol’ karma-meter up a bit.

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