Me and my boy were stuck trying to hitchhike out of Norfolk. Fall was coming to an end and it was time to head south. As the sun was setting, I went for a last ditch effort and tried to get a ride off the interstate. 10 minutes in with cars flying by at 80mph, I thought "Fuck it, lets hop a train".
Luckily there was a freight station not too far. As were walking through a hood getting there, some gangsta faggot yells "You guys are in the wrong hood". We nod at him like "wtf are you gonna do about it" But in reality we just about shat ourselves.
Then we get to the station. The place looked like a max security prison. With a guard tower and massive spotlights. We hopped the fence and hid in some side brush. We hung out checking out this train they're building (attaching boxes to the end). But that was all the way on the other side to the yard. Like 25 train tracks away. After hours of sneaking and getting closer, my buddy says "dude we have to get there right now cause it's leaving soon." Before I can protest with my pussy intuition, he bolts for it. I follow. We're both running across the yard, under the spotlights, hopping over tracks. We are for sure busted.
We get to the train in question right as its taking off. But you can't just hop on any cart, some have nice flat/hidden places to sit. We're both going "no, nope no, no, YES that one" By then it's going at a pretty decent speed. Fast enough that you've got to be careful. As I hop on, my cowboy hat flies away. I look at it hit it ground as the train speeds away. "Forget it man it's gone!" yells my friend.
I sit in the cart, and we have a celebratory "Fuck yes!" moment.
We rode that baby for 13 hours through some of the most gorgeous VA & NC scenery.
On our phones we could see that the train had swerved west and had started going north. We ended up in the middle of nowhere just south of DC, opposite of where we wanted to go.
Went into some hotel for the continental breakfast and kept hitching south.