California dreaming

So after many hours on us 101 we saw so many hitch hikers. We stopped to gas up and we were approached by a young hippie asking to grab a lift. So we went against our beliefs in hitch hiking and let him get in the car. He looked a little dirty and had treads but who are we to judge. That's our goal for the end of this trip too We did however move our wallets up front and told him Jeanne had a knife. His response was that's cool dudes. Way cool, I just need a lift! How could a hippie like this be dangerous? So in he got and Rebecca asked him a million questions. He was so nice. He told us he ran away from his family compound in Utah. He was seeking religious freedom. Thaddeus was his name and we both told him he had the potential to be cute if he cut his hair. We gave him a beer and some peanut butter. We got a little nervous when he saw a cop and tucked down. He asked us if the cop was gone. We told him no and laughed as he continued to try to hide in our crammed back seat. Jeanne asked if he was in trouble with the law and he said very much so. We then decided that this story end here and we can thank mrs dillingham for her lessons on creative writing! What else can we do when we are on the road for a gizzilion hours! Gotchya! We may be young but not stupid. No hitchikers allowed in this fusion.