We took her out for the first time, and she told us what she would like her name to be. It was Lucy, short for Lucille, because I like Lucille Ball in the Long Long Trailer so much.
At 53 years of age, she feels like a friend I haven’t seen in ages. She’s needed a bit of spit and polish in the last few years, but is in perfectly original condition. There’s a few frayed edges, but I like that about her, reminds me that we all have to succumb to wrinkles and sags as we age.
Justin practiced reversing and parking her for a few minutes before we headed off for our little adventure.
We took her to Avalon Beach on a day that was cold and overcast. Winter has come early in Sydney, but Lucy all fresh and white, seemed to shine.
It was a slow drive through Northern Beaches suburbs, passing sports fields overflowing with netball, soccer, rugby league and baseball players and spectators.
We eventually parked on the crest of the hill overlooking the beach and watched the surfboard riders in wetsuits try to find a wave worth riding from our comfy bed.
I was a bit surprised at the attention Lucy got. Lots of people wanted to look at her, and Justin – the chatterbox that he is – had a ball talking to them about Lucy and how we go her. I, on the other hand, closed the curtains and had a snooze with Boo Boo snuggled next to me.
Later I walked down the road and brought back cappuccinos and home baked apple and cinnamon muffins for lunch. Coffee was excellent.