I can only recount those truck driver stories and my enlightening conversations with them. HH breaks the barriers between us and those we don't normally talk to every day.
Those nice cars would ignore me on the road, while a truck full of pigs stopped to help me get to my destination. Then have a free lunch at the truck driver's stop. Those who don't have that much usually are the most generous to us,
RE: Hitchhiking Memoir Part 8: Mosquitoes, Truckstops and the meaning of life