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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.
"But when we're done here I got my own ideas.
I picked up a map the last time we stopped for gas."

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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