I'll add my own wicked story to the thread. About a year ago I got a ride from two twin-brothers in a classic American muscle car, they were going to Paris, same direction as me though not my end destination. They offered me a beer and also drank some themselves, so there I was pretty content sitting on the backseat drinking beers. We were driving for about ten minutes when the car made a weird sound and broke down in the middle of the highway. We pulled over to the emergence lane and had to call the towing service.

While waiting we ran out of beer, I still had a bottle of strong liquor so I proposed drinking that. Then they came with the counterprosposal of doing a line of cocaine. So there I was a young student looking for adventure, 6 hours after leaving my parent's house, by the side of the highway snorting cocaine, (they found more beer)drinking beer and (a magical joint appeart) smoking a joint. They were telling some crazy stories about their lives, we snorted some more and then the towing service came. They dropped me of at the entry to the highway and I hitchhiked further on.

That day I had a couple more rides and ended up falling asleep under a tree at 03am in a suburb somewhere is Paris.