Crusin' down the long lonesome road known as the A590 (U.K.) early hours,about 3:30, total darkness. My peddle to the metal as I often did, I came upon a Hitcher or should I say almost splattered the brain dead pratt!

I guess he decided the best way to get a lift is to wear dark clothing and jump out on unsuspecting wagons.  

People ,including myself,never think do they ???

And whilst on about the A590....,about three years ago I was working as an agency driver for a well known bread firm in Stockport (U.k.), Sunblest to exact. My route was Barrow in Furness. In the early hours one winter morn I was flying down the A590 Barrow bound, for anyone who doesn't know the road there is very little lighting and at 5am there's sod all. I was doing about peddle to the metal when suddenly I heard a bump, the wagon lifted as though I had run over something. I stopped, put my hazzards on went back to have look, NOTHING. ???
I carried on to my first drop ASDA in Barrow. I had a good look at the wagon, no blood fur or anything. Should I call Mulder and Scully  ??? 
Paul.

I wrote a song about a hitch-hiker once. Well, it was meant to be a song but it came out more like a poem. I'm not particularly talented or artistic - tried writing a few songs before & decided I wasn't cut out for it. One day at work this thing suddenly came into my head out of nowhere. I had to stop & write it all down before I forgot. It was pretty good too even if I say so myself. The words just flowed, quicker than I could write them down. I've never experienced anything like it before or since & can't explain it. Many years later I showed it to my daughter. She set it to music, crediting her old Dad for the lyrics, as part of her GCSE exam. She got top marks for it & I was so proud. 8)

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I have many unfulfilled secret yearnings Tempest. Hitch-hiking was never one of them. I know my limitations & although I would like it to be otherwise I accepted long ago that I will never make a poet, songwriter or artist. It was Scania's first line in this topic that reminded of the one & only poem I did write - back in the early 1970s I think it was. My little masterpiece was entitled "Girl on the Motorway" & actually started off something like this
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