This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the bayou
country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale,
it's real. This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark
night in the middle of a thunder storm. Time passed slowly and no cars went
by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his
face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a
ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did
he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started
moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and
running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve,
still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life;
he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the bayou and he
would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared thru the
driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around the bend. Crazed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear
every time they reached a curve. The man, scared to near death, had
all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town. Wet and in
shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of
whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence
enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was
telling the truth and not just some drunk. About half an hour later two
guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look bubba, ders
dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale,
it's real. This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark
night in the middle of a thunder storm. Time passed slowly and no cars went
by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his
face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a
ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did
he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started
moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and
running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve,
still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life;
he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the bayou and he
would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared thru the
driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely
around the bend. Crazed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear
every time they reached a curve. The man, scared to near death, had
all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town. Wet and in
shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of
whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence
enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was
telling the truth and not just some drunk. About half an hour later two
guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look bubba, ders
dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin it in the rain."
:bo: 
and rednecks are the best part of the USA.