I am surprised that no one has mentioned the young woman peering out the back window of my Corvair. This young lady never actually attended the races with me. See was really one of my early manhood fantasies. The part about Judy though is somewhat true. She claimed to have never gone to the races so I obliged. We no sooner arrived when Constable Fregeau showed up. Well that put a damper of things.
For some unknown reason the St. Lambert constabulary went to great lengths to torture me. If it wasn't Rene it was Bill Markush (spelling ?) or Constable Dan (Daniel ?). One night I walked into the house around 1 in the morning and my Mom is on the phone, not unusual at our house what with all the foster kids arriving at all hours of the day and night. Mom say "One moment, Bob just walked in". She puts her hand over the receiver, gives me that "You're in S@#T look that is all to familiar and says "Its St. Lambert police".
"Hello" I say... a voice on the other end says "its Constable Dan, I need you to come to the station now"..... "Uh tonight?" I say... "Yes" Dan says.... "Whats the problem"? says I..... "I'll tell you when you get here" says Dan.
"I got to go to the Cop Shop " I say to Mom.... "Why?" she says.... "Dunno" says I.....
I jump into my 1962 Corvair Monza Wagon ( yes guys it really was a Monza wagon) and off to St. Lambert I go, park the car and into the station I trot.... lean on the counter... Constable Dan says "have a seat, Constable Markush is on his way in".... about 5 minutes passes and Bill walks in the front door and says "Oh, Hi Bob it could have waited until tomorrow... I just wanted to tell you the right front headlight on your car is burnt out but you were driving so damn fast I couldn't be bothered chasing you"... all the boys burst out laughing.... now I had to go home and tell Mom it was just a joke... "Really Ma, it was"