I remember many times hitch-hiking up the M6 on a Saturday night to the casino when I was 16 - 17 and being picked up by a wide range of people from a man in a rolls royce to a priest. I'm sure as well it confused them when they got off at the first Wigan junction as I think there was no way back on except to go through Wigan it'self, I always pleaded ignorance. When I could afford the train many times instead of getting off at Stafford I would end up at Rugby, being straight meant sleeping on the way home.