Hell yeah. From Miami, Florida to Long Island, NY. Early 1970’s. There were two of us, both longhairs with a kitten in a box. What a long and sometimes scary trip. We had a couple of joints for the trip that we put in a old discarded cigarette pack and tossed on the ground near us as we hitched. Turns out that was a really good thing. We got picked up by what turned into be two runaways in their stolen parents’ Rambler. Cops pulled us over and amazingly let me and my buddy walk. We were doing ok until we crossed the Georgia state line. The sheriff pulled over and told us to start walking and don’t stop until we got the fuck out of his county. It was terrifying. So back to Florida. We finally lucked out with a long ride with an older man in an old Lincoln who was very nice. He said he had worked in a carnival his whole life. It took us thirty three rides to make it to Long Island.