Ever pick up a hitchhiker?
I was heading toward Lookout Mt. today when I passed a bus stop. A young lady saw me on the bike and stuck out her thumb. I pointed toward the mountain, almost opposite from where the bus would go. As I turned up the mountain, I felt sorry for her because the buses run infrequently on Sunday. But if I was single, thirty years younger, and had an extra helmet, I would have gone back. Anyone ever pick up a hitchhiker while on their bike?