The races were in Needles, but we stayed in Topock Arizona. We passed through there on the way to San Francisco in June via Phoenix, and back through there coming home by a different route. Nothing looked the same & I couldn't remember which route we took in 1969.
I do remember though as we were getting close to our destination my Dad wanted me to drive and we stopped at a store where he purchased some Coors beer. It was the first time we had ever encountered aluminum cans. When he opened the first one it was so flimsy he immediately knew what is was. Being a practical joker, he launched into talking about some politician or stupid law and the longer he talked the louder and angrier he grew. Then when he finished his beer he said "It just wants to make me strangle him.", and with his right hand, he crushed that empty can. My pit man Jerel's eyes bugged out and his mouth flopped open. He didn't know what to say and Jerel was a crazy talker. Then my Dad busted out laughing.
Dwight Eisenhower or Winston Churchill, I forgot which, passed away at that time. While we were there, I went and bought a 6 pack of beer for Jerel and myself. The guy asked me for my ID and I handed it to him. It was so dark and his eyes were so glossed over he couldn't read it very well. He climbed up on the bar and held it close to a light. He said "You're not twenty one." I said "Yes, I am." So he got down and I told him subtract 1948 from 1969 and he tried. He wrote it on a paper sack, but was so drunk he was having a hard time with math. So he did it on a calculator. He said it showed 21, but he said something wasn't right. So I counted it on my fingers and he said "O.K., I guess you're right." What he forgot to consider was that this was in early 1969 and I wouldn't be 21 until December. BTW I forgot her name, but the blonde was from Houston, Texas.
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