When I was a spindly youth of 18 or so, one of my chief modes of transport was hitch hiking. I travelled all over the country via the simple expedient of standing by a roundabout or motorway slip road and waving my thumb. The iconic hitching spots were as 'well thumbed' as a pre-satnav road atlas - Hendon Central, Crick, Gailley Roundabout, Scotch Corner, Watford Gap. Once I won a rag week hitch hiking race by thumbing non-stop from London to Fort William and back with just a brief cup of tea with my Uncle Jock for respite. I also hitched around the coast of Ireland and halfway across France. I was mad, me.
This practice seems to have all but died out in the 21st Century. Presumably today's spindly youths all possess their own cars or are chauffeur driven around England by harassed and over protective parents. Which is a shame because hitching is such a brilliant 'Green' concept.
Imagine how many empty car and lorry seats travel our roads every day - millions of passenger miles paid for in fossil fuels to transport fresh air. Hitching gets people about for nothing and the driver gets entertaining company and a bit of interesting chat to while away the miles - it's win-win!
I suppose today's lorry drivers - sorry, logistics facilitators- would have to run potential passengers through a 15 minute risk assessment and legal waiver agreement before letting them enter the cab. It's health and safety gone mad you know.