You drive for six hours listening to music you have burned onto C D's. At one point you see in the road what appears to be monkey roadkill. Ahead you see a bald man in a leather jacket with his thumb out. You stop the car and let him in. The two of you talk about molatov cocktails and writeing bad checks. About war and cival rights. After five hours you are nearly nodding off at the wheel. The hitchiker, who goes by Dave, subjests you crawl into the backseat and catch a couple hour and he will drive between times. You agree and step out of the car as he slides over to the drivers seat. As you open the back door he jams the gas pedal and speeds away. You stand there watching your car disapear down the road.