When I was 17 I hitchhiked to Florida from Michigan to see a girl. Guy picked me up in mid Tennessee who was going to FLorida - great. He was 40 something and had left a 14 yr. old girl knocked up back in Ohio. Anyway, we're in Georgia and it's late, he says let's get a bottle before we get to a dry county and pull over and get some sleep. We do so on a dirt road in lower Georgia, maybe 20 miles before FL. I wake up - he doesn't. Heart attack. So, my 17 yr. old self has to walk to the nearest house, have dogs promptly called out on me and the sheriff called. Eventually after checking the guy out and calling my mom they release me and drive me to the GA/FL line. "Get ya hair cut before ya come back to GA!"