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This song comes from a hitchhiking experience I had in Montana in the late ‘70s. I was trying to get down highway 200 from Lincoln to Missoula early one Saturday morning, and I was picked up by a young guy driving an old grain truck with extra license plates laying on the floor in front of the passenger seat. He was pretty uncommunicative at first, but soon admitted to me that rig was stolen, and that he’d let me out anywhere I wanted if I wasn’t comfortable with that. It was a ride, there wasn’t much traffic that morning, and it didn’t feel like a threatening situation, so counter to any otherwise normal measure of common sense, I agreed to stick with the ride. Over the course of an hour or so, this kid – he was probably about my age at the time – gave me his story, which revolved around his attempts to live a relatively quiet, normal life, but something would always go sour on him, and his response would be to steal a car, drive somewhere new, and start over. This particular adventure of his had started the day before in Minnesota, and he was in the process of driving this old truck until it ran out of gas, the location or timing of which was not to be predicted very well since the gas gauge was broken. The truck did eventually run out of gas somewhere in the Blackfoot canyon, and we went our different ways. Years later, I was reminiscing on this somewhat unique encounter, and this song is the result. I’ve always wondered what became of that kid – I imagine he’s probably rotting in jail somewhere. Either that or he’s a financial advisor.