Hitchhiked around Ontario with a guitar lots during the '70s. No problem getting rides except on a lonely stretch of the TransCanada where every vehicle seemed to be a family car fully loaded for camping. Generally, as others have said, the guitar generated a lot of curiosity.

Once was picked up by a drunk driver who drove terrifyingly fast and I had to jump out at a stop; an older lady who drove an hour out of her way to take me closer to where I was going; a chance ride with a friend who happened to be going minutes from where I was headed several hours away; a lonely trucker who simply missed his kids; and most drivers were just kindhearted folks.

I don't see many hitchhikers these days, but I do stop for them when I do see them.

Peace, Mooh.