The following is a true story that happened some years ago. I was 23 at the time and hitchhiking through the mountains of British Columbia. I’d been dropped off in a small town and was sitting having a coffee in a truckstop along the highway, hoping for a trucker to walk in that was going my way. I sat there for half an hour or so in a booth with my knapsack propped up beside me making it obvious that I was traveling. Two older guys came in and sat in the booth across from me and asked the waitress to see menus. I listened to their conversation as I gazed out the big window at the parking lot and nothing in particular and gathered that they were on a week long fishing trip and headed my way. They were in their early fifties, a little overweight, kinda geeky and really paying me no mind, they ordered their food and were drinking coffee and chatting about their trip. I was getting a little discouraged as no truckers going my way had come in yet, the ones that were there were going the other way. I’d never had trouble getting a ride before no doubt due to the fact I am a good looking young woman, I kept my blond hair short and wore baggy clothes which covered my voluptuous build, I had a slim frame with nice hips and a large chest that guys loved to notice.
”So where are you headed young miss”? one of the men in the next booth said to me awakening me from my day dreaming.
” Oh…uh.. Vancouver” I replied. ”Hitchin” he asked.” Yes” I replied back not really offering anymore.
”How long you been waiting here”? his friend asked.
”Almost an hour now” I said back, explaining that I usually tried to get rides with trucker’s as they seemed to appreciate the company and me the ride. We started chatting back and forth and they told me their names were Bill and Tom and this was their week away from the wives. I told them my name was Loni and that I had a friend in Vancouver I was going to visit for awhile. They had finished their breakfast by now and were finishing their coffee.
”Well Loni “Tom said ”we’re about ready to take off and are heading your way if you want a ride” he said. I usually ride with truckers because theirs only one guy to deal with if I have too and most of them are pretty good, the odd asshole but that’s it. These guys seemed harmless enough though and as they got up from their booth and headed for the cash I said why not and followed them out after paying for my coffee. Once out the door I saw them headed for a chev truck with a camper on it and followed. Bill took my knapsack around the back and put it in the camper while I got into the front seat of the truck beside Tom, Bill came around from the back of the truck, got in and there I was sitting between the two of them, feeling just a little intimidated. We headed down the highway no one really saying anything much, just the radio playing bad country music.
