From the vault: summer 1977.
I wasn't willing to drive my '68 Mustang all the way to Rich Stadium in Buffalo from my townhouse in Henrietta NY (no license, no valid regi, insurance or inspection - although it was my daily driver- regardless), and no one else was going.
Couldn't find a ride with anyone I knew.
So I hitchhiked there by myself.
I walked to the Thruway (I-90) entrance a couple miles from my townhouse, and with a big cardboard sign that said "Rich Stadium", I held out my thumb and eventually got lucky when 3 RIT (nearby Rochester Institute of Technology) students picked me up who just happened to be going there.
Lucky to say the least, they even took me back home after the concert, and dropped me off at my door. Crazy great time!
A VERY memorable TRIP, to say the least. I'll never forget that day. I wore that shirt and tux jacket the entire day.
I wasn't willing to drive my '68 Mustang all the way to Rich Stadium in Buffalo from my townhouse in Henrietta NY (no license, no valid regi, insurance or inspection - although it was my daily driver- regardless), and no one else was going.
Couldn't find a ride with anyone I knew.
So I hitchhiked there by myself.
I walked to the Thruway (I-90) entrance a couple miles from my townhouse, and with a big cardboard sign that said "Rich Stadium", I held out my thumb and eventually got lucky when 3 RIT (nearby Rochester Institute of Technology) students picked me up who just happened to be going there.
Lucky to say the least, they even took me back home after the concert, and dropped me off at my door. Crazy great time!
A VERY memorable TRIP, to say the least. I'll never forget that day. I wore that shirt and tux jacket the entire day.