Life with Cyril

 If you look carefully you can see Ernie's handprints from where he pushed Cyril off busy Prospect Avenue to the side of the road.

Ernie and Owen went out to do god knows what the other day. Owen likes to come up with excuses to drive the bug. They came back QUITE awhile later and Owen burst in the house, yelling, "We broke DOWN!" in utter delight. Sometimes I wonder about that child. My response was, "Did you take pictures?" I think sometimes they wonder about me. Anyway, evidently Cyril died when they were at a stoplight on Prospect. They couldn't get him started so eventually Owen steered while Ernie pushed (I'm thinking perhaps they should reverse that next time, huh?). Some guys pulled over to help and after poking around they all determined it was the fuel filter. The guys walked over to an auto parts store and Owen said Ernie went up to the counter, sighed, put his hands on the counter and wearily asked, "I don't suppose you have a fuel filter for a 63 bug, do you?" The woman looked it up and said, "Yes, we have three." They laughed and laughed and laughed telling me this story. They decided to just try to fix it there and they managed it, started Cyril back up, and continued on their errands. As Owen cheerfully said, "This is the SECOND time he's broken down and we fixed him!"

In other news, Cyril received his first wash and wax yesterday, and is now gleaming. Owen is so proud. As we are of course. He does look beautiful. Cyril, I mean.

Oh, and he has new seat covers for the front seats and looks quite dapper!