Back in the mid 90's I was towing a buddies boat, which I had been storing and was using while he was in the service, after he got out he bought a piece of land out in MO. His brother and myself were going to meet him there to both take him his boat and assist in him getting the new house finished that summer. Plus we were going to spend some time fishing Table Rock Lake about 40 miles away.
The drive was going to take about 3 days since I was in South Florida at the time, and his brother was near Mooreville, NC.
I left out of south FL and headed to pickup his brother in NC., then turned toward MO
After stopping for something to eat and some rest in Knoxville, we picked up a couple of hitch hikers at bar just north of Knoxville.
We were heading out the third morning on Rt 24 near Clarksville when one of the girls we picked up hollered that there's someone in the boat. I look in the mirror and there's a guy trying to stand up in the boat while we're doing 75 mph.
I pulled over near a weigh station and both of us ran back to deal with the guy. I turns out he got drunk and passed out and slept in the boat over night, I had backed the boat down in the corner against the building at the motel so no one cold unhook it or get to the motor, so the next morning we just jumped in the truck and left, not knowing we had a stowaway.
I left the guy at the weigh station since I wasn't having a bum in the cab with us and he couldn't ride in the boat or bed of the truck, nor did we have time to deal with him. How he got home was his problem. It was bad enough our two hitch hikers were still with us.
(They rode along until we decided we couldn't show up at his brother's place with both of them tagging along. Plus, my buddies wife was good friends with my girlfriend back home, so we gave them each a few bucks to get some warmer clothes at a Walmart just outside of Springfield and left while they were in the store. We then went on to Chestnutridge).
Before we got to my buddies place we stopped at a truck stop and pressure washed the boat out because it smelled like urine from the bum who crashed in the boat two nights earlier.
After that happened, look my boat or trailer over closely before driving off.