Chapter 7: WANDERING HANDS
Prague, 24 July, 1966 -- The most seductive way isn't always the
best. This is what three young Czech girl hitchers found out yesterday.
Tired of watching the cars stream past them along a road near Marianskelazne,
the three 'nymphs' displayed themselves in the costume of Eve. But the
drivers were either prudish or cowed by their wives and the strippers had
no success. The only vehicle to stop and give them a life was a police
The Agence France Presse correspondent no doubt filed this story as a silly
season joke item, but it illustrates, however hyperbolically, the element
of sexual display in girls hitch-hiking.
The popular press is fully awake to this idea. Under the headline WHO
GETS THERE FASTEST? the Evening Standard wrote:
Is it the hitch-hiker in uniform, the bona fide traveller, the little
old ladies or the man in the collar and tie? The answer of course is the
girl in the mini-skirt. (12.10.66)
Awareness of sexual
display is strong among female hitchers. Some see their visual sex appeal
as an advantage -- it gets them lifts quick. Others see it as a danger
and try to avoid wearing eye-catching clothes when hitching. Here are two
examples of the less inhibited type of girl hitcher:
I only hitch occasionally and I find it rather exciting to see how
soon a car stops. I think it easier to hitch when one is female (preferably
wearing a miniskirt) and I have never known a woman to stop yet. People
that accept hitchhikers are always men, mainly between 20 and 35. (Sixteen
year old school girl)
It is very easy for a girl to hitch-hike and when I show my hair
to let people know I'm a girl, I get rides faster than if I put it behind
my head. (Thumber from the USA)
These two accept their sex appeal, enjoy it and use it to their own advantage.
Other girls, just as conscious of sexual display when hitching, are more
I think any girl who goes hitching on her own in a mini skirt, a
very miniskirt or anything like that is just asking for trouble. I mean,
a chap goes along the road, sees a girl walking down the road in this mini
-- I mean, what's he going to think? When I hitch I like to wear trousers
all the time. (Student nurse)
The more sexually up-tight a woman is the more she shies away from the
self-display she senses when she sees girls hitching. So for instance this
letter in the Times (14.5.64):
Some girls cover prodigious distances. Have their parents any idea
what this entails? To witness a tawdry line of British girls, standing
in ones and twos, self-consciously apart and strategically placed just
inside a country's border at the point where cars are halted for customs,
is most humiliating to behold. These girls make no attempt to hike, so
they wait, quite simply, to be picked up. But first they must be selected
(their very numbers enable a driver to be choosey) and so they submit to
the appraising gaze of strangers comfortably insulated in Mercedes, Renaults,
Fiats and Seats.
The same type of feeling is expressed by a 29 year old teacher looking
back nine years to a hitching trip to Greece with her then boyfriend:
We took the train in Yugoslavia and then I felt better .... I didn't
like standing by the edge of the road thumbing and being exposed to the
looks of the people in cars -- I didn't like that, I felt, um, I felt I
was exposed and sort of eyed by everybody.
Female display and its power to stop cars is central to the 'decoy method'
of hitching. The method is well described by a Cornish AA man:
Beatniks very often travel in pairs, the female attracting or should
it be distracting the motorist, the male somewhere in the background out
of the way sitting on a couple of old kitbags.
An Australian who hitched in Britain in 1967-8 invented a new variation
of the decoy technique. Whenever he wanted a lift he set up his 'lure'
by the roadside: a destination placard supported on what appeared from
the distance to be mini-skirted legs. In sad fact they were two dimensional,
cardboard and balsa-wood!
The "Decoy Method "
Sexual display prior to getting a lift is only the lead-in to the central
problem of a woman hitch-hiking which is the intimate tete-a-tete situation
between male driver and female hitcher in a small steel box cut off by
speed from the external social restraints on sexual behaviour. The way
I've put it is extreme -- this is the architypal, fantasy situation that
many girls have at the back of their minds when they discuss hitch-hiking.
Obviously in real life the majority of girls thumb in twos or with a boy
The female fantasy world round hitch-hiking is given beautiful expression
in the Yugoslav film Happy Gipsies by Tomislav Pinter. The hitching
sequence shows both what a girl deeply desires and what she horribly dreads
in the lift situation.
The gipsy teenager is on her way back from Belgrade to her village.
We see her waif-like in a cement landscape, thumbing pathetically as lorries
pound over the fly-over. A huge refrigerator truck with trailer whooshes
to a stop. As she climbs in the tired looking middle aged driver comments
to his handsome mate:
Here's something to keep us awake.
The co-driver gently caresses her from the front seat into the bunk behind.
She melts. When they piss-stop the older man now tries to get into the
bunk on top of her. She bites him. He drags her out of the cab, kicks her
down into the mud by the roadside and finally locks her up in the refrigerated
trailer. There she travels in the icy cold until they get near her village.
She is dragged out and thrown unconscious into a ditch.
The gipsy girl wants the warmth, the acceptance, the comfort of the
cab high above the road. She deeply desires tender penetration by the young
co-driver. At the same time one immediately feels her revulsion against
the older man and his attitude of routine rape, the corollary of which
is the sadism of kicking her into the mud, locking her in the fridge and
dumping her in the ditch, all violent images of rejection. This scene encapsulates
the two opposite poles of the female fantasy about hitch-hiking, the desire
to be taken by a man and the dread of being raped and discarded.
This dread of rape comes up again and again in early teenage female
essays. A 16 year old in a Liverpool dockland school wrote:
I have hitch-hiked but I don't agree with it because I have a fear
of men. I would only want to hitch-hike if there were a gang of girls and
if the person who stops was by themselves.
Quite a lot of girls said they would only hitch if there were a large number
of them doing it together:
Hitching is a very good thing if there are a group of you. I know
the chances of getting lifts are fewer but it is safer to travel in a group
of six or eight than in a group of two. (Liverpool 14 year old)
Hunting in a pack is not only objectively much safer but psychologically
the girl no longer feels she is getting the lift, she is just a
particle in the group, no longer a sexual object. Amazingly, quite a lot
of female hitchers put the idea of 'mob hitching' into practice. I once
picked up four girls who had travelled to Germany and back in a group.
This was partly at their parents' insistence, but they said they had actually
stuck together all the time, which suggests they agreed with the idea.
Fear of rape is the negative side of the female fantasy about hitch-hiking
and, being socially acceptable, it is easy for a girl to express. The opposite
pole of the fantasy range, as it is sexually unrestrained, is harder for
women to give expression to. Hence the comparative vagueness and fumbling
with words in the example that follows:
It's just the adventure, I mean, anything might happen. I can understand
it as regards men ... whether I subconsciously wished something to happen
... or perhaps I didn't really ... I was just disappointed if it didn't
happen. Well ... I suppose every woman wants herself to be noticed ...
more than noticed by a man, and in a situation like that ... I suppose
really you are inviting it.
The sexual wish fulfilment fantasy comes out most clearly in cases of sexual
blackmail by female hitch-hikers: a man picked up a girl alone and when
they had been going about half an hour she opened the front of her coat,
uncovering a badly torn dress. She asked him for ten pounds or else she'd
scream. He was so angry he stopped the car and threw her and her luggage
out on the spot.
The two girl students who told me of the above incident thought it unlikely
the blackmailer would have acted for money alone. They both felt she must
have been deriving a fantasy sexual satisfaction from the situation. They
felt she must have had a fantasy motivation at some level of consciousness
to be able to overcome initial timidity. As one of the girl students commented:
There are easier ways of getting £10.
Cases of sexual blackmail by female hitch-hikers belong to a category
of crimes or attempted crimes that rarely come to the attention of the
police or get publicly reported. Of the eight instances I have stumbled
on in the course of research only one is a press cutting. This was a Sunday
Mirror story (8.4.69) about two teenage girls trying to blackmail the
Suffragan Bishop of Crediton, the Rev. Wilfred Westall:
I think they must have thought me fair game when they realised I
was a parson.
If the theory of sexual wish fulfilment to partly explain the motivation
of teenage blackmailers should seem far fetched it may be worth looking
at the problem through sober lawyer's spectacles. Wigmore's On Evidence
(1939 ed.) has this to say about such cases:
Modern psychiatrists have amply studied the behaviour of errant
young girls and women coming before the courts in all sorts of cases. Their
psychic complexes are multifarious .... One form taken by these complexes
is the contriving of false charges of sexual offences by men. The unchaste
(let us call it) mentality finds incidental but direct expression in the
relation of imaginary sex incidents of which the author (sic) is
the heroine or victim.
There may well be more instances of sexual blackmail in hitch-hiking than
hit the headlines but all the same it can't happen that often. The astonishing
thing is that the 'perilous female' has mushroomed into a myth among male
drivers. Time and again one hears of men who don't give girls lifts for
fear of being falsely accused. There's one very odd thing about this male
feeling: men often say they might pick up 2, but they would never pick
up 1 girl alone because of the special dangers involved. But in
the case of a false accusation 2 girls corroborating each other's evidence
are much more of a hazard than 1 girl lying on her own. The only way to
explain this illogicality in male thinking is to suggest that here too
there is a sexual wish fulfilment fantasy at work. The driver imagines
what he could do to a girl alone and then goes on to imagine how
she might expose him. It is his sexual fantasies that make him think giving
a lift to a single girl more risky than picking up 2. In terms of a legal
action brought against him 2 girls clearly represent a much greater threat
So far a lot has been said about the mental and fantasy aspect of sexuality
in hitch-hiking. What actually happens in practice? Of the 186 people picked
up in my van and questioned 25 were girls. Of these, 10 said they had had
trouble with men drivers. In the setting of the van, with other people
around them, it was impossible to get detailed information from all these
10. This is what a few of them volunteered:
19 year old textile designer:
I was 16, I was alone. I turned down two lifts. I got into the third
car that stopped. The driver got randy -- turned down a dark lane. I threatened
to scream and he put me down.
17 year old sales girl:
He was a horrible old man with one tooth. He had his hands on my
knees, kept saying: 'You must be short of money.'
There are some lads that try to go with you. They often put you
out when you say 'no'.
17 year old shop assistant:
Of the 186 people I picked up in the van 161 were men. Of these, 4 said
they had been solicited by women drivers and 36 said they had had unpleasant
encounters with homosexuals. For more than a fifth of the men to have been
solicited homosexually seems a remarkably high number until you realise
the comparative safety of this form of approach from the homosexual driver's
point of view. He has the dominant social and psychological position and
the lift situation guarantees him anonymity. Several respondents pointed
out that they tended to be picked up by queers late at night, after buses
have stopped running. One 20 year old student said he had been picked up
in Germany by 7 homosexuals in a row. The homosexual's propositioning may
be simply verbal, but it can develop into a physical struggle, as Rodger
describes in A Hitch In Time:
A lorry driver tried to rape me but he did not succeed.
18 year old typist:
Two boys picked two of us up. They took us back to their flat against
our will. We soon got out again.
We were stuck behind a lorry and he changed down and as he did so
his hand slipped off the gear lever and touched my knee. The movement was
very slight and I didn't take any notice of it until he did the same thing
about ten kilometres further on:
The end of the story was that the driver burst into tears, begged Rodger's
forgiveness and drove him on to Paris.
'I like the English,' he said, 'they are great players.'
He patted my knee. This time there was no mistake.
'You mean football?' I said, deliberately.
'No, no, players.'
'I'm not a ... player.'
He took his hand off my knee and the impulse seemed to have left
him for he began talking about his job as a traveller in printed cards.
He had a dark dry face which smiled easily. I didn't think he looked like
one of those.
Suddenly his hand dived between my legs. It was an absurd and abrupt
gesture, like school boys fighting. I fought him off, shouting about the
road. He wrenched the wheel straight again and gripped it with both hands.
He had thin lips.
'I say to you, we shall play.'
He looked in his mirror and having seen nothing there began to slow
down. So I'm going to have to walk after all, I thought. Perhaps this was
unfair and unjust for I did, after all, owe him something. I owed him my
lift and for all I knew it my life. He was going to take me to Paris and
friends and a bed.
But when he stopped the car he pounced on me like a large slaverin'
dog. I fought him off and opened the door and got out. He was -- across
my seat clutching at me as I leaned in to grab my pack ....
To return to the 162 men: apart from 4 solicited by women drivers and
36 by homosexuals, 2 schoolboys had been picked up by a 30 year old man
who begged them to beat him. He wanted the boys to act out parts in a masochistic
punishment fantasy. This is the story as one of the boys told it and as
I took it down in long hand. The incident had taken place the day before:
This bloke picked us up. He said he had got into trouble at work
and saw we could help him out. When we got out at the end of the lift he
looked tense. He said he'd stolen some money at work. His employer had
said he wouldn't prosecute him but he should tell his father what he had
done. His father was out of the country. He told his uncle who said he
needed curing because he had behaved like a schoolboy. We said: 'How can
we help you?' He said: 'You could cane me.'
It is reasonable to suppose that on a country-wide scale the odd hitch-hiker
must have been picked up by every variety of sexual pervert and invited
to join in the relevant perversion. Apart from the caning incident I have
only come across two other cases of perverted behaviour. The first, reported
in the Telegraph (18.9.68), involved two Middlesborough girls hitching
to Bordeaux. They were picked up in Le Havre by a young man and driven
to a nearby wood. He drew a knife and told them to strip so he could take
sexy pictures. The two girls attacked him and the noise they made brought
the police. The man apparently made a practice of taking English girls
to the wood and photographing them.
The other instance of perversion I have come across is phenomenologically
more harmless. Two girls got a lift from a young man who asked how they
would defend themselves if attacked. Finally he dared them to tie him up.
He stopped the car and found a suitable tree out of sight of the road.
They tied him up so tight he couldn't break free. They had to untie him.
From then on he became sullen and said hardly a word until they got out
at King's Lynn.
Sexual blackmail, homosexual soliciting and the procurement of victims
for acts of perversion are the silent dangers of hitch-hiking Every now
and then a lurid murder or rape story splashes across the headlines and
provokes editorial and police muttering about the foolhardiness of hitching.
Not to mention these crimes would be to produce an unbalanced presentation
of the sexual aspects of hitch-hiking, but on the other hand to give them
the same weight as the media do would be equally unbalanced These are the
crimes connected with hitching which cannot be hushed up by perpetrators
and victims, while other things can. Such crimes are very few and far between,
given the volume of people who hitch in Britain each year.
Perhaps the least psychologically twisted in this category of crime
is the sexual murder committed almost unwittingly, in a moment of panic
and passion. Such was the case of the 26 year old lorry driver, Albert
Osborne. He picked up a 61 year old woman, Mrs Barber, from a bus stop
during a bus strike. He drove off the route agreed and wanted to make love
to her. She began to scream which provoked him to panic. He knocked her
out, strangled her with a handy piece of string and then shoved the body
out by the side of the road. In July 1958 he was condemned to life imprisonment
A more horrifying crime that filled the papers in 1963 was the holiday
time murder of Barbara Herron. She and her friend, Joan McNulty, both 16
year olds, had hitched from Liverpool to the Gloucester area. 3 men pulled
up to give them a lift. The 3 were White, Blunt and Webb. Sometime later,
while Blunt was at the wheel, the car turned off the main road and, 2½
miles down a side road, stopped. Blunt took a ù410 from under the
seat and went off with Webb. In a moment they were back. Covering the girls
with his gun Blunt ordered them: 'Take off your trousers'. He had clearly
agreed with Webb that he would rape Joan while Webb took Barbara. Webb
dragged Barbara out of the car. She bit him -- he picked up an axe from
the back of the car and laid into her wildly. He battered her skull in
and later she died. Webb also attacked Joan with the axe but she was left
with enough life in her to drag herself to a nearby farm house for help.
All this while White had tried to dissuade his friends, but he was covered
by Blunt's gun. The fact that the three men were driving round with an
axe and a gun suggests they were looking for some sort of trouble but nothing
came out at the trial to imply that they had actually set out to rape female
Cases of premeditated rape using lift-giving as the method of securing
victims do sometimes get reported. A salesman called Jay Judd and his girl
friend, Ann Watts, were sent to prison in 1968 for conspiracy to commit
rape. They had apparently cruised around in his car with the intention
of picking up girls between the ages of ten and fourteen. Ann Watts told
the Central Criminal Court:
Ray did not have a thought for the consequences. It was obvious
that having kidnapped a young girl and done what was intended, it was clear
to me that the child would have to be killed to silence it.
Watts had earlier stated to the police:
We began looking round when we were out in his car. We once saw
two hitch-hikers and Ray said they would be ideal. He said we should pick
the girls up. He was just like a maniac when he talked like this.
The last few pages have dealt with sexual attraction in hitch-hiking, with
the fantasies of girl hitchers and male drivers, with homosexuality, perversions
and sexually motivated crimes of violence. All this has its place but it
must be stressed that out of the 186 people I picked up and questioned
in the van, less than 60 reported having been sexually approached while
hitching, and a lot of the people picked up had thumbed many thousands
of miles. In other words nearly three-quarters of the people questioned
had not been solicited sexually while thumbing.
To return to girls: only a minority hitch alone; most of them thumb
in twos or threes or with a boy friend. In this way the majority of girls
who hitch are not exposed to the self-evident dangers of being alone in
a vehicle with a male driver.
Even these dangers can be exaggerated. Some drivers pick up a girl hitch
hiker on her own simply because they like feminine company and without
even half-thought out designs on her person. A few probably even pick women
up out of a sense of gallantry. A girl student at Cambridge makes the point
that the degree of danger in hitching alone for a girl depends on her own
state of mind and outward behaviour while doing it:
I think girls hitching on your own ... it can be ... dangerous ...
but I don't know. I find this is a question of the way you act when you
first get in. And I mean if you're on your guard and not over-encouraging
I think you're very unlikely to get any trouble unless you've picked up
some kind of a maniac.
Most girls seem fully aware of the latent dangers in the hitch-hiking situation
but, like this one, they keep them in proportion:
Student nurse: The danger is something an awful lot of my friends
talk about, the dangers of hitch-hiking. I've never had any trouble myself
... but well, I've had men, for instance in a car who slightly made advances
but so long as you don't respond to them it doesn't go any further. A couple
of times I've asked them to stop and put me down and they have, without
any second thought about it.
A thing that has in the past perhaps made lorry hitching less dangerous
for ordinary girls, 'thumb babies' in drivers' slang, has been the existence
of road prostitutes, or 'scrubbers'. I say 'in the past' because truck
drivers report that there are many less scrubbers around than there used
Interviewer: These were just verbal advances? --
Student nurse: Yes, er sort of 'come and sit over here and tell me
all about it' type of thing and wandering hands, occasionally. Two of us
were travelling in Ireland last year and twice we had sort of ... usually
much older people than you'd imagine, 50 year old men, for instance and
wandering palms .... We just sort of shook it off, like water off a duck's
back and just ignored it, and well, it stopped.
According to Edith Solomon who investigated the transport cafe scene
in the mid-fifties, the scrubber was quite common at that time. She was
the lowest grade of the prostitutional profession, ranking below the city
girl who at least had a room or a flat to sleep in. Solomon found that
road girls were nearly all trying to rise into the category of town prostitute
or that they were drop-outs from it. She pin-pointed 5 types of scrubber:
Girls on the run from approved schools, hiding on the roads.
This is what Solomon had to say about the scrubber's life 20 years ago:
Prostitutes who have quarrelled with their pimps.
Ageing prostitutes, cast-offs from the brothels. The drivers call such
particularly unattractive scrubbers 'gypsies'.
Country girls who prefer plying their trade on the road to being cooped
up in a town.
Nymphomaniacs, some of them married women, who slip out at night to
find sex on the roads without anyone being any the wiser.
Many scrubbers have no homes at all, sleeping wherever possible,
in the cabs of lorries, derelict buildings, or half built houses on building
sites. They doze, when permitted, in their seats in transport cafes, or
when riding up and down the roads .... they sell themselves for the ride
plus a sixpenny parcel of chipped potatoes, for a cup of tea and a cake,
for a snack and a cigarette, for 1/6 or two shillings, for 2/6 at the most.
Scrubbers sometimes pick up their clients in transport cafes but this is
not always possible as many cafes don't tolerate their presence. Another
method is to thumb by the roadside, a covert form of soliciting. Lorry
drivers seem to know exactly where and at what time of day you'll see a
certain girl standing.
Some scrubbers, settling in a room in a large town like Liverpool,
Birmingham, Manchester, will use one route in a shuttle service. The aid
will pick up her client in a transport cafe, ride with him to her room
and return to be picked up on the road again. These scrubbers are, in the
words of the drivers who patronize them, 'worth a dollar', and will claim
a meal plus 2/6.
While scrubbers of the type Solomon describes are declining in numbers,
lorry drivers speak of a new kind of 'lay' you can get on the roads. This
is the girl travelling say from Glasgow to London. She gets a through lift
from a driver and lets him make her in payment for the journey, a kind
of fare. She's not a prostitute in that she doesn't ask for money and doesn't
do this every night. She merely pays for the ride in casual sex. She's
a half-way house between the old type scrubber and the 'thumb baby'. She
stands in the mainstream of English puritan morality by refusing to accept
something for nothing. No beggar she.