No. When I was sixteen I was visiting my dad and his wife who lived in a much smaller city than I was used to. It generally felt very safe and their house was just outside in a quiet area.
My dad was away for a couple of days. I borrowed his bike and went for a cycle. It was a very very hot day and I was wearing denim shorts. I began pushing the bike on the way back as it got so hot and I was thirsty, tired and lightheaded. I took a wrong turn and stopped to ask a man and woman who were talking. They directed me. I continued but I was a little confused and it seemed to be taking longer than it had on the way out.
Then to my great relief the husband appeared in a a van, told me his wife was worried about me and to throw the bike in the back and he'd take me back.
Of course I knew the usual risks but this was completely different. These were nice people and his WIFE had told him to help me.
As soon as he had me in the van he told me he liked my shorts. Then he put his hand on my crotch and told me I was very tempting but he was trying to control himself. I started to cry and asked me to let me out. He looked perplexed and said we weren't there yet. We drove past his wife who waved to us. He waved back cheerfully. Then he placed his hand back on my crotch and said he was really struggling to control himself with me in those shorts.
I began to scream absolutely hysterically, I mean I let rip screaming abuse and to get the F off me. He seemed to get such a fight the van veered. He then pulled over and I started to run. He drove after me, pulled up and threw the bike on the road swearing at me and drove away calling me names. This was in broad daylight with people out and about.
I came home bawling crying with the wheel of the bike broken. My hand was bleeding (I think I'd cut it on a plant) but I had placed it on my crotch trying to protect myself so it looked like I was bleeding there. My dad's wife didn't speak English well, she had been worried about me and then was distraught. We had to get the dictionary out then she wanted to call the police but I wouldn't let her. She was absolutely lovely and promised not to tell my dad and said she broke the bike. For some reason I was sure my dad would be angry with me.
I would never EVER get into a car with a man and I will raise my daughter to do the same. If he really wants to help because there is potential danger he can offer to send a woman.