They growled off down the road and were ever so delighted to discover Roxie visiting. She had the munchies and Donny wanted to go for a spin. Off they flew to the fabulously fun “Food ‘n Foam” up on the highway. Burgs and fries and onion rings all washed down by sodas. Yum YUM!
“Since we’re so close to town, we might as well cruise the drag before going home.” Donny was never short of good ideas.
It didn’t take long on Main Street to hit a red light.
“Chinese Fire Drill!”
Doors flew open. They all jumped out and ran clockwise around the car.
“Green light!”
They all jumped back into the car and motored down the street. Roxie was driving and Paddy found himself in the backseat with Donny. That didn’t work out too well.
They had no sooner reached the end of Main Street and were working their way back when all of a sudden Roxie exclaimed: “Oh look. Here comes Constable Dick to arrest us. Fat chance of that.”
Wait. Was that a radio that Constable Dick was talking into? Even worse was that the faint hint of a siren in the distance?
“Quick. Give me the keys,” insisted Paddy. ”We’re heading back to the country.”
“We should go for a swim in the lake.” Laurie seemed to have accepted that she was already in trouble, so might as well enjoy her naughtiness.
They breezed down the country roads, blasting tunes on Mighty Merc’s most excellent sound system. Before long they were easing their way down tree-lined lanes into a spectacular, but little used, Provincial Park. They cruised to a stop in the tiny parking lot, and so too did an OPP Black & White right beside them.
Charlie had but a moment to wonder out loud – “Where in heck did he come from” – before . . .
“Evening Folks. What are you up too?”
“Just going for a quick swim in the lake.”
“Not planning to spend the night are you?”
“Oh – no – Officer.”
“Can I have a look in your trunk?”
“Certainly.”
Having ascertained that they had no beer there, the officer bid farewell. They were certainly kinder, gentler times.
They scampered down the side of the cliff and, quickly discarding their clothes in the still warm sand, dove into the crashing breakers. They frolicked in the waves until exhausted then built a roaring campfire from driftwood, and lay on the sand holding hands while gazing up at the Milky Way and a myriad of other stars.
Anon they returned to Mighty Merc and thence to their homes. Or not.
“Since we’re so close, we should pop in and say ‘Hello’ to Bill and Claire.” Donny was never short of ideas.
Bill was their slightly older married friend. He was indeed very happy to see them. In no time at all, he’d served them some hot rum toddies – just to stave off the cool of the evening – and popped some 45’s on the stereo. When “Sad Movies” crooned over the speakers, they all jumped up to slow dance. Time passed.
