In 1964 Dave and I and our two month old baby were on a not well traveled, mountain road, far from home, traveling to visit his relatives in Oregon. It was snowing, at night, and we broke down. We were frantic. A car pulled up behind us and it was an older man, his wife and daughter. They wanted to help us, by taking me and the baby to their home, and then getting the truck moving again.
We made the decision to go. It turned out well. They were good people, who fed us, put us up for the night, and they even had a crib for the baby. The husband took Dave into town to an all night garage for mechanic's help.
Considering how it may have gone, scares me to death, but this one turned out well thanks to some very good people. Times were a bit different 40 years ago, but hitchiking was still dangerous.