Used to hitchhike all over south west Scotland when I was a kid in the early '80s.
No real drama or stories except the one time three of us were hitching and the car that pulled over was being driven by a guy who was locally known as a ‘kiddy fiddler’.
Two of us hopped over a dry stane dyke, leaving just one kid to get a lift with him. Nothing happened to him, but in retrospect it was a shitty move on our part.
As I recall, we all just teased him for being so monumentally ugly that he was safe from molestation. It was a simpler time!