Seen here is one of the spans of 295 heading off towards Falmouth. I don't know about your area of the world, but around here, you'd be hard-pressed to find a hitchhiker thumbing on the roads today. I used to do it a lot, every day. As a matter of fact, Dad gave my brother expressed permission to do so. It was how we got to our caddying jobs at Riverside Golf Course. Wow! Have times changed! In this world we live in, can you imagine a parent today suggesting, almost forcing a 13 year old to climb, daily, into total strangers' cars? In all my local experience, I never had an issue with any driver that picked me up. They only asked where we were headed, and once we hit Riverside Street, most golfers who recognized us, pulled over and gave us the final lift. I did make the trip to Western New York one fall. Now, that was a very sketchy trip.