The origins

Just when we thought our lives couldn’t get any better, as we stood on the cusp of our great adventure, something truly amazing happened. For some reason, unknown to mere mortals, the gods every so often see it fit to intervene in the affairs of man. This night was one such occasion. A lightning bolt of pure inspiration, a manifestation of divine providence itself, shot forth from the heavens and into my brain.

“Hey Michael, I’ve just realised something,” I said, slightly choking on my beer.

“What is it Rich?” he whispered, sensing the magic in the air. “I’ve got goosebumps”

I paused for dramatic effect.

“Have you forgotten?”

“No! I was pausing for dramatic effect”

“Oh right”

I paused for dramatic effect.

“Umm… now I really have forgotten” I said, scratchinbg my head.

Fortunately, the gods saw it fit to jolt my memory.

“I’ve got it!” I paused for dramatic effect… “‘Rich’ rhymes with ‘hitch’” I whispered.

Michael thought about this for a second; judging by the extent to which his pupils dilated, he must have been struck by a similar celestial epiphany. He turned back to me and in a low, slow voice murmured, “And ‘Mike’ rhymes with ‘hike’”

“The Rich-Mike Hitchhike,” we said together, as we stood up, beaming at each other.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, wiping a tear from my eye.

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