One summer, I drove from my hometown of Tahoe, California, to New Orleans. Deep in the desert, I met a young man standing by the road. He made a thumbs out gesture with one hand and held a gasoline can in the other. I drove directly past him. Others will stop, I think.
Besides, the gas tank is just a cover to stop the car and rob the driver. There was a time in this country when people would think you were a jerk if you ignored people in need, and now you are a fool if you helped them. There are criminal gangs, drug addicts, murderers, rapists, thieves and carjackers lurking everywhere. Why take risks? "I don't want to be involved" has become a national creed.
After driving a few states, I was still thinking about the man who wanted to hitchhike. Leaving him alone in the desert didn't upset me much. What bothers me is how easily I made this decision. I didn't even lift my foot off the gas. I'd like to know if anyone can park now?
I think of the destination of my trip --- New Orleans. It's the setting for Tennessee Williams' streetcar desire. I will think of Blanche DuBois's famous saying: "I always rely on the kindness of strangers." The kindness of strangers. That sounds strange. Who else can count on the kindness of strangers these days?
One way to test this is for a person to travel from the east coast to the west coast, without a cent, entirely on the goodwill of his fellow Americans. What kind of America will he find? Who will give him food, rest and a ride? This idea aroused my curiosity. But who would be so impractical and willing to try this trip? Well, I think, why don't I try it?
The week I turned 37, I realized that I had never risked anything in my life. So I decided to make a conceptual leap. The American continent is so wide - from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean, without any money. If someone gives me money, I will refuse.
I only accept the help of hitchhiking, providing food and resting my feet. It will be a journey without money through this land of money. My final destination is the Cape Fear in North Carolina, which symbolizes all the fears I have to overcome along the way.