The last time I picked up a hitchhiker was about 25 years ago in West Virginia. It was a middle aged man in overalls that looked like a farm worker. As soon he got in my truck, I realized I had made a terrible mistake. He smelled like he had never ever taken a bath. Like a corpse. I had to roll my window down and stick my head out the window while I drove. The whole drive the man who seemed intellectually sub normal complained about his neighbors driving right by him. I just bit my tongue and put the pedal to the metal. It took weeks to get that stench out of my vehicle.