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I picked up one hitchhiker back in 2000. Big dude on the side of HWY 17 in northern AZ.
It was a blizzard so the highways were going to be closed soon. It was so bad out, and I saw this huge, bent figure hitching along the shoulder. I figured this sucker was gonna get hit, so I pulled over for him. He came over and folded himself into my tiny Subaru.
A few quiet moments later, he asks, "Are you freakin' nuts or something? You're not scared? You scare me ... little lady such as yourself picking up a man like me."
"Where ya' heading?" I asked him. He told me how he was a cowboy (and just where the fuck was his horse?) following the rodeo circuit. Could I take him to the valley?
I told him I could take him 19 miles to the next exit, but no farther. "Sorry, pal."
I dropped him in Munds Park to carry on with an 18-wheeler, and I swore I'd never take on another person ever.
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