I was in Calif. in 1971 got a jay walking ticket, a hitch hiking ticket and 3 ID checks in one day. I dressed and looked on the crazy side.
You talk about the GESTAPO jack booted and all.
I grew up near the beach on the east coast of US, but in '71 I hitchhiked across Canada..
In Vancouver a cop got in my face and was accusing me of stealing my backpack from a lumberjack....
Yeah right! I was still in my teens, and at 6 feet tall I weighed 155 lbs.
I finally convinced the cop it would be pretty damn stupid, or pretty damn ballsy for me to steal something from a Canadian lumberjack...
Of course, I had real long hair, and was a little bit dirty from being on the road, but I think the cop really just wanted to fuck with a hippie dude much smaller than him..