I remember being 16 in 1974. Skinny, long hair like Aerosmith. With no job or no cash. I would hitch a ride when I missed the bus which was every day. At least half of the rides I would get were from someone with an agenda. An excuse, "My girlfriend got me all worked up, I really want to suck your dick..." I didn't feel threatened, it was flattering really. A well dressed man in his 40's picking up a wet teenager in a his Porsche. "Let's go to my house...". It wasn't my kind of thing.