I've done the west coast, Canada, parts of Europe and even Texas like a big girl. I wouldn't recommend it to just anyone, but that doesn't mean you need to shave your head and tattoo your face to make it on your own. I'm a cute girl, I've got boobs I can't really hide, and I look like anyone's neighbour or something.
I've never had a serious problem with any of my rides. Of course, I'm not counting the amount of propositions that were thrown my way. Most of them went like this :
Driver(usually within the first few minutes): So... how do you get by? How do you eat? How do you make money?
Me: I don't necessarily need money to survive.
Driver: Well, if you want, I can help you out...
Me (just for kicks): Oh really, how's that?
Driver: Uhhhmmmm... you can let me play with your body...
Me (laughing): Aw, sorry man! I don't do that stuff.
Driver: Okay. Well, I'll let you off here, is that okay?
Me: Yup! Good luck, dude! Have a nice day.
These are the nice guys, the ones who are just lonely, horny and a little creepy.
Whenever I am about to take a ride, I always make sure to look at the person right in the eyes. You can tell alot by doing that. Never be afraid to decline!
The worst one I had was northern Slovenia, close to the Austrian border. I was a little lost and managed to get myself in a pretty dangerous spot on a highway entrance, trying to see what was ahead. A car slammed on the breaks, almost getting into an accident, so I ran in and sat in the back seat as fast as possible. He was a young-ish guy, not creepy looking at all, but the language barrier was confusing. We stopped at a gas station, I went to sit up front, leaving my pack in the back. We exchanged some kind of small talk, until I noticed he wasn't going in the right direction. ''Shortcut!'', he said, but I was getting increasingly suspicious. I didn't trust my gut though, cause I was pretty tired, so when we got to the top of some mountain, I realized I had fucked up.
Lessons: 1) No shortcuts! 2) Don't go in a car that almost crashes to pick you up 3) Trust your gut all the time
He stopped to take a piss near a crucified plastic Jesus statue, and when he came back, . I reacted by rolling my eyes shaking my head, and going Really? No. in an angry, but definitely not scared tone. He tried to kiss me so I shoved my fingers in his eyes, then his hands started going all over the place while I was unbuckling my seatbelt. I had to grab my pack in the backseat and pull in through the open window and throw it on the snow while he spat on me and called me an american bitch. I wanted to grab my set of keys and scratch the fuck out of his car. I wanted to break his face. But I just backed up as far as I could, going towards the little houses down the road.
Lessons: 1) Buy mace! I decided to leave mine home because it was illegal in a few Europe countries... meh! 2) Never look scared. 3) Always keep your pack on your knees until you're 100% sure of the person.
The fucker even dared tell me to get back in the car, that he'd give me a ride down. Ha! I waited for him to leave and never turned my back away. When I was sure that he was gone, that's when I started to cry. See I ain't that tough, but the whole ordeal never stopped me from doing it again. I just walked up to one of the houses and asked for a ride down.
What else can I say? Riding alone as a female is incredibly empowering. Carrying mace makes me feel even stronger. I like imagining scenarios when I'm sitting in the car, how I'd blind the fuck out of the guy if he tried anything.
Calculating my moves. Just in case.