I spent my teenage years in the American Midwest where hitchhiking was a necessity for most lads who didn't have a car. I did my share of it and learned that, unfortunately, if a driver made a sexual advance, almost certainly he was not worth the effort, to put it nicely, although there were some exceptions. More often than not, however, the driver was some religious nut you had to endure simply because you needed a ride.
I've noticed that recent vintage posts here have resulted in few or no posted comments. I know a lot of you still like the posts because of the thousands of times the accompanying files are downloaded. So I will continue to post them about once a week.
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