My second ride hitchhiking took me down through southern Indiana past Louisville and into Kentucky. The driver looked at lot like this (but not as pretty). She rambled on about being a school teacher and going to go live with her sister somewhere because she had been fired. She would speed up to 65-70 and then get engrossed in telling some story and slow back down to about 30-35. Why I stayed in the car with her as long as I did, I have no idea. Maybe I was thankful to have a ride at all. After we passed Louisville, she began having trouble staying in her lane as well. I asked to be let out at the next exit and she pulled over to the shoulder in the middle of no where to let me out. I explained that I needed to get to an exit ramp and she might get a ticket for stopping here. We rode on in silence for another ten minutes before we got somewhere. She was insulted and I was scared. She wasn't really sure where she was driving to and asked me to help her with a map before she left me. We figured out she was on the wrong freeway and probably a hundred miles in the wrong direction. Lord knows if she ever got where she was going. Real romantic, huh? This was one of the songs I had on my cassette tape (but it was probably the Kingston Trio cover of the song)
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