Since last weekend was "rivalry weekend" here is a recycled
Dec 3, 2020, 4:56 PM
memory. Went down to Columbia in 1989 with a bunch of buddies for the coot game. A great time was had by all. After the game, we all went our separate ways. Two of our crew found themselves separated from their roommate, who was also their ride home. So they found an RV that appeared to be headed back west on I-26 and climbed on top. Well, their hunch was right, so they thought they were good to go, until the RV got off on an exit around Newberry. Once the RV slowed down significantly on the offramp, they bailed off and started walking, thumbs out. It was late at night and very cold, and cars were few and far between. Obviously, this was also before cell phones. After an hour or so, a car passed by, flying, and then screeched to a stop a few hundred yards down the road. It backed up without leaving the travel lane, and as it approached, they recognized the vehicle. It was their roommate who was supposed to be their ride in the first place.