In my younger days I used to travel a lot. I drove a blue Volkswagon van. One night on a lonely highway I happened across this hitchhiker.

The hour was late. My headlights shown the path of the highway as my four cylinder engine roared through the night. As usual I was alone and on this particular night the sky was perfectly clear. There was not a cloud to be seen. As I turned the radio dial I could only get faint signals mixed with static. The road was dark. I could see the mountains and plateaus along the horizon and then a blanket of stars. As I leaned over my steering wheel looking up at the stars I noticed a pair of lights. At first I thought I was seeing a couple of shooting stars, but then, as I remember to this day with perfect clarity, these two brilliant lights reversed direction. Well, I never saw shooting stars do that. My eyes glanced down at the road. Noticing the broken white lines rushing under my van I quickly moved back into lane.

Then looking back into the sky I noticed the lights were still clearly visible. Again I saw these lights change directions and it was at this instant the thought occurred to me that I was probably witnessing, as strange as this might sound, two flying saucers. As soon as this thought crossed my mind: almost coincidentally, the two lights; which by now I could easily distinguish from the rest of the stars by their blue glow, made a huge arc covering the whole horizon in a matter of seconds; and then, believe it or not, shot off into outer space at an even higher speed.

They were gone. The van began to vibrate. I was on the gravel. Quickly I turned the wheel toward the road. Well, my heart was in my stomach. What had I seen? Looking down at the speedometer I noticed that my speed was over the sixty mile an hour limit and started to slow down a bit. My mind was racing. Putting my hand on my forehead I felt a pressure and thought I'd pull over and regain my composure.