Actually, the driver was a very sympathetic Lady from the Continent. She used to be a runner herself...
She even offered me a drink and wanted to drive me the whole way home, in case my fellow runners had abandoned me at the parkinglot.
Clearly, none of us knew, hitchhiking was so wrong, until I stepped out the vehicle and was met with "You, cheater!"...
Every runners nightmare!
Lessons to be learnt:
"Never to run with someone, who is faster than yourself on a recovery run....",
"Never to eat the chocolates, that you have promised to bring"