One time I coulda been in trouble for that, believe it or not. I was hitching a ride from college back to home town due to expedient love lost interests. I left the dorm at about 12 midnight wearing a huge diamond shaped dayglo orange poster on my back ( I made so I'd be visible.). Walked to the interstate and a black guy pulled over to offer a ride. After checking the car and it was just him, I got in and after going down the road a bit, I noticed he had a screwdriver where the keys should be in the steering column.
I asked why that was and he snapped back, "you got something against riding in a stolen car?" I said I needed to get to Mobile fast and I'd pay him for gas. He said he stole the car we were in from a used car dealer's lot about 30 minutes before and wanted to get rid of it and get another car at a motel parking lot, and I could have that one.
I didn't like that idea but agreed and he said to let him know when two minutes were up. He had a roll-up bag of tools for stealing cars. Two minutes passed and he couldn't get into the car he picked out, I said let's go and we drove on to Mobile, after making a gas stop with a sheriff's car there and a deputy inside the station. This was about 3 AM. We were lucky...and I had the chance to, but I said not to worry about me (and by that I guess it made me an accomplice in a way, but I was wearing a big orange sign on my back like an idiot and had nothing on my mind but getting home)
We rolled into Spanish Fort at 4 AM, I thanked the driver, shook hands and gave him $10 (all I had) and wished him luck. I told him to try to return the car but not to get caught. He had told me earlier that stealing cars was his hobby and that he did it on weekends just for something to do. Actually he was a pretty nice guy all things considered. Not a violent sort. I didn't want him to get in trouble.
Les
Les