I was in Canada, somewhere near/past Stoke-On-Trent or was it Kamloops? It was my first time out hitching and probly my third or fourth ride. He had a dumptruck and dumped a load so it seemed cool. He obviously had something to do, right? At the dump he said, "you can put that seat back and go to sleep if you want."
I said it was OK.
He started asking asking me weird questions that wouldn't have been that weird alone, but in succession and with the last one seemed really sketch.
"How do you get around do you have any money?"
"No, I just pick up jobs here and there."
"Do you ever worry about people fucking with you? Do you carry a weapon?"
"Yeah, I got this pepper gas."
"How close are you to your parents? How often do you talk to them?" (!!!!!!!!)
"I just called them a few hours ago." (pre-cell phone days)
Then he dropped me off at a place entirely different and earlier than the one that he said he was and turned right.
I dunno, maybe it was nothing but it sure seemed sketch. I was super wary at the time because I was new to hitching, hell, I might've overlooked if it happened now because I'm cocky and think I'm all pro and got myself killed. Other than that a number of BJ offers, which only kind of made me uncomfortable, nothing pushy. That was the only time I feared for my safety.