Yesterday my brother and I were stuck up Big Cottonwood Canyon with frame packs and no ride, so we traveled by thumb. It only took about ten minutes before a little two-door Nissan pulled over and we squeezed in between three Mexicans. At the bottom of the canyon they let us off and we stuck out the thumbs again. As we walked up the hill, we noted how it always seems to be people with small old cars that are already full of people who pick up hitchhikers, and how this has been the case whenever either of us had done it. This of course conjured up reflections on possessions, humility, compassion, etc. I'm sure we both had some great insights.
Which we abandoned several minutes later when a man pulled over in his brand new four door pickup to let us in as he drove home to his estate behind La Caille.