In my hitch hiking days I always walked until I was picked up.
The last time I tried hitchhiking was back around 1975 when my car broke down and I had to get to work in Detroit.
I left home early, 6:30 a.m., and stood on a corner with my thumb out. It didn't take long before a guy picked me up and after a few blocks, he started swerving back and forth on the street then said he was drunk and would I be willing to drive.
Well, I wasn't that stupid and told him that he was doing ok and to keep driving. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to his house and party with him and I said no, I'm going to work. At the very next stop light, I jumped out of the car and took off..............LOL!
I knew from the get go what his intent was.............