This square-looking crew cut guy opened the back door, handed me a Snickers bar, and said, hop in. I threw my backpack in and closed the door and took off. He said, “Where you headed to?” I said “Boulder, Colorado” and then he yelled looking back while driving forward with wide open non-blinking glassy blue eyes, “No you’re not, we’re going around the world.” He took off like a rocket. I got real nervous this time.