Just outside a small New Mexico town, on a very dark night in the middle of a storm, a poor fella was on the side of the road hitchhiking. He was cold and wet and he had not seen a car in hours. The rain was pooring down and he could hardly see 2 feet in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a car rolling slowly down the road.  It stopped next to him and the hitchhiker, without thinking about it, hopped in and slammed the door shut. Just then he realized there was no one behind the wheel!
 

 The car started up again, rolling down the road. The hitchhiker looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming. Scared, he begins to pray out loud, begging for his life. He hasn’t come out of his shock when, just before the car hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel.  The hitchhiker, paralyzed in terror, watched as every time the car approached a curve, the hand appeared again on the wheel.

 The hitchhiker, gathering all his strength, leaps out of the car and runs screaming all the way to the nearest town. Wet and in shock he enters a cantina and asks for two shots of Tequila. After he gulps down the shots he begins to tell everyone about the horrible experience he just went through. A silence creeps over the room as everyone realizes the hysterical hitchhiker, now reduced to tears, is not a drunk.

 About a half hour later, two guys walk in to the same cantina and one says to the other,
 “Mira Pedro, that’s the pendejo that got in to the car while we were pushing it!”