Life was different in 1960. For the most part, most people didn't lock their front door, and there was much more trust among people than there is now. Accepting a ride from a stranger wasn't the danger that it is now. The idea of a serial killer hadn't even been formed at that time. Generally, people trusted one another.
I would often accept rides from friends and strangers alike. I couldn't drive, so I had to depend on the bus. So when waiting at the bus stop, if someone came by and offered a ride, if they seemed safe I would accept a ride.
One day a girl I knew slightly was waiting at the bus stop with me. We were headed into Memphis and both of us were tired of waiting for the bus. When a car pulled up with a good looking guy driving, we checked him out, glanced at one another, and decided to accept the ride. We both climbed into the back seat of the car.
We both believed because there were two of us, we'd be okay if the driver got out of hand. And he did get out of hand. At first he seemed to be a nice guy, he made small talk as he drove. The other girl and I were sitting in the back seat so he couldn't get too fresh with us. But after a little while, he began to make some remarks that were inappropriate, and suggested the other girl and I have a threesome with him.
We asked the guy to pull over the car and let us out. He refused. At this point, the other girl and I were getting worried. We worked in unison, attempting to talk ourselves out of the situation. It didn't seem to be working. The guy turned the car off of the main road and headed off into the country. We were really worried at this point. Finally, when the car came to a stop sign, we hastily opened the car door and jumped out. The guy yelled profanities at us, but didn't try to follow us as we marched back towards the main highway where we went back to waiting for a bus.