' White Line Fever' by Tom Hill
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Underpass
Whilst waiting for a hitch on the M1 near London, the traffic suddenly seemed to disappear and the sun came out. The graffitied underpass became a gallery for the underclass.
(Thats enough.........ed.)
I concluded that I had become temporarily invisible, so I took this picture to prove to myself wrong.
I still am.
It concerns the story of two youngsters hitching across the USA, and one of the verses: With those windscreen Wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands/We finally sang up every song that driver knew.
This really exemplifies the magic of hitching lifts. There is an odd sort of intimacy in getting into a complete strangers' car, then travelling for miles, getting to know details that someone wouldn't tell their close friends. It can be very theraputic talking to a perfect stranger in the almost certain knowledge that you'll never see that person again.
This picture tries to capture all this, as though behind the windscreen and the interior of a vehicle can be the whole of your world, for a short space in time.
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