There simply aren't enough hitchers any more.
I know because I'm always keen to oblige where I can. I stopped for a bloke tonight (9:50 pm) who only wanted a lift "round the corner" on account of "being a bit disabled." Turned out the bag he was carrying contained fish and chips, which i quite fancied.
However, the suspicion remains that hitchhiking is frowned upon in the modern world. I imagine people being herded into police vans at motorway junctions. This is a bad thing. Hitch-hiking is a virtuous activity that should be encouraged.
Hitch-hiking highlights:
1) A student competition to hitch the furthest distance possible in a weekend results in folk flocking to the northern reaches of France in their droves. We reach Aberdeen in two lifts. (Hi Miranda. What have you done with your life?)
2) Leaving Amsterdam and heading for Calais, I'm the unwilling recipient of unwanted attention from a bloke who obviously fancies my string vest. As a consequence of my non-compliance, I'm dropped in the middle of nowhere and stay lift-free for 25 hours. The bloke who rescues me and takes me direct to Calais has my eternal gratitude.
Hitch. Reclaim the roads!
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