Weird Yellow Hudson Situation
I was hitchhiking from Fort Belvoir, Virginia to Los Angeles, on my way to Korea when the driver of a late-model Hudson pulled over and waved at me to get in.
The Air Force corporal called out, "Come on; we gotta catch up with the others."
I could see he was referring to a small convoy of cars towing other cars that had preceded him by a few minutes. The vehicle being towed by the Hudson was a new "Jeepster."
After introducing ourselves, he said, "Ya know, I ain't supposed to be doing this, but I don't really care."
"Not supposed to be doing what?" I asked.
"Giving nobody a ride. But what the hell, I thought it would be nice to have somebody to talk to — so let'm bitch — I don't care."
Then he began to explain the details.
In New York he had spotted a newspaper ad soliciting drivers to help return repossessed vehicles to Los Angeles. There would be no pay, but food and lodging would be provided along the way.
What a driver got was free transportation cross-country to LA. The drivers only had to stay in line, obey all traffic laws, and not pick up any hitchhikers. He explained that the convoy manager made a living moving vehicles from coast-to-coast like this.
Now I was wondering if the "no hitchhiker rule" meant I was likely to end up stranded in the middle of nowhere.
"Naw," Rob assured me. "When he sees what a nice guy you are he ain't gonna say nothin'."
Something about Rob made me uneasy. As I was trying to figure out what it might be, he said, "Hey — you like goin' to cat houses?"
When I said I'd never been in one he started to tell me about his most recent experience. "I got a new way of dealing with whores. Take a look in the glove compartment."
I was surprised to see what appeared to be a semi-automatic pistol.
"Ain't she a beauty?" he asked, "And she's loaded."
Then he continued with his story. "Y'see, I snuck that in with me — then when I was done with the bitch, I showed her the gun and told her I wasn't payin' her nothin.' And what was she gonna do — call the cops? She was already breaking the law being a whore. Pretty slick, huh?"
Well, I didn't know how to respond — but I didn't have to because Rob kept talking. "The trouble with this damn convoy is it moves too slow. I gotta get to LA and this is takin' forever.
"If anybody has a flat tire or engine trouble, we all got to wait while it gets fixed.
If I could find a shortcut, I think I'd just take off and head for LA own my own. How 'bout you — wouldn't you like to get there faster?"
"That sounds pretty risky," I said. Before I could say more, I noticed the convoy was pulling into a large truck and RV stop.
"Looks like we're gonna stop 'n' eat," Rob said.
We got out and, along with the other two drivers, started to follow the lead man into a restaurant. He appeared to be in his sixties and had an air of authority. Inside the restaurant he gestured to Rob.
"Hey, flyboy — I want to talk to you!."Continued:
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