Oh man, I've been on the hobo date schtick in the relationship threads for like 3 iterations of Utopia. You've missed a lot by avoiding those threads (probably not, really)! It is part of that 50% good life advice, 50% for my amusement life advice mix I like to give.
Another Friday Hobo Date story:
The first hobo data I took Thea on, we train hopped to get back home. She was obviously apprehensive about this, but I assured her I'd done it a thousand times and it was "safe". The train goes right through old town/campus, which is generally horrible, but convenient for train hopping because it slows way down for these crossings because of drunk kids. I'm talking like 3-5 mph slow, so it actually is relatively safe as far as something dumb goes... Anyway, for some reason the train didn't slow down as much as normal this time, so it was going a bit faster than i'd like when we reached our departure point. She was hesitant (like a smart person) about jumping off, but this was really the last opportunity otherwise you are going to Denver, so I jumped first and then had my buddy (not on a hobo date, just being a hobo) help her jump and I'd catch her. Well, her jeans got caught on a bolt on the side of the train as she jumped and they whole ass end of them ripped in half, because they were cheap old navy jeans that are super thin, lol.
So a few years later some girl from CSU was train hopping down to Longmont (always trogmont with these stories) and she tried to jump off and her Carhartts snagged on the train, but Carharts don't rip. Her momentum from jumping then caused her legs to flip under and they both got runover, double amputation and she barely made it. So Thea comes up to me with the Collegian Article and a sick look on her face. "NO MORE TRAIN HOPPING." Thank the lawd for the shitty quality of old navy jeans, right?
Thankfully we have Uber now, so we can just put that shit on Daddy's CC and nobody has to lose their legs in train hopping accidents. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.