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I once picked up a hitchhiker on the Icefields Parkway in Jasper National Park. He was going the other way, but I turned around and picked him up anyway -- just to have a excuse to drive along that magnificent road again.

I generally avoid picking up hitchhikers, but this guy was obviously not a typical one -- he was dressed up in cycling gear, so I thought his bicycle had malfunctioned. Turns out he and his wife had left one of their cars in Banff, and parked the other one in Jasper, and were cycling from one to the other over the course of several days. But he left the Car #2 keys back in Car #1, so he had to go back and get them. LOL.

I was 18 and living in a military town, newly married
and green as a gourd. I picked up a "woman" on the
way to the base. As we progressed along the highway,
"her" voice seemed to get deeper and deeper until "she"
sounded like a "he". I told her/him? my Daddy was the
sheriff and let her/him? out as soon as I could. I did
take her/him? on to the base where they had asked to go,
but I never picked up a hitchhiker again. That's almost
40 yrs. ago.