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Once in Oregon I hooked a ride with two craggy middle age men and a craggy middle age woman who appeared to be of rather less than normal intelligence. After a few miles the woman turned to me and said they were going to go east at the next crossroad. I said thank you for the ride I will get out at the corner. The driver turned and said no, you're gonna see ơur place. We got a farm. They slowed to 30 or so to turn the corner and I pushed the door open and rolled out on the shoulder with my guitbox. The car almost stopped and I got up to run and it sped up again. When you hitch a lot you learn to respond instantly to ominous signals.