What's your car's name?
On the UK thread in All Saints there has been some discussion on elderly cars and every vehicle referred to had a name. So what do you call yours?
Ours are usually loosely based round the letters on the number plate and we currently drive Zebedee. When I was growing up we had a Morris Traveller and whenever it wouldn't start Mum would say "Come on George" so it was called George.
Ours are usually loosely based round the letters on the number plate and we currently drive Zebedee. When I was growing up we had a Morris Traveller and whenever it wouldn't start Mum would say "Come on George" so it was called George.
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*Strictly speaking, the first in the line was "Sarah Jane Bunny"--a 1978 diesel Rabbit. Brown. Little round headlights. Luggage carrier on top. World's Best Bunny.
I somehow got out of the habit of naming my cats, but my daughter has named her cars. Her favorite books as a child were the Junie B. Jones books by Barbara Park. We who had to read them to her loved them too; we still quote them in our house.
Daughter’s cat is named Junie, and her car (a ‘17 Subaru Forrester) is named “Mrs.,” for Junie B.’s kindergarten teacher. (Per Junie B., “Her name is Mrs. She has another name, too. But I just like Mrs. and that’s all.”)
My Mum and Dad had a red Volvo with a huge personality called Maud; I learnt to drive in her.
When I have occasion to need to know the license plate of the car I'm driving (parking lots where you type the plate number in to the ticket machine, for example), I take a photo of it.
It's successors remained unnamed until I bought a Citroen Berlingo, large, grey and generally handled and accelerated like a battleship, hence it became the Dreadnought.
That has been replaced by another Berlingo, this one in Post Office red and, because it is French, a van, and red, it is Le Van Rouge.
Oh, really good - extra points for that!
The satnav ladies on my phone are Gloria or Wendy depending on which app I'm using
Heh. I think just the opposite--that if you treat the inanimate with respect (including naming it something decent), it will like you and be nice to you... It's a kind of animism I've had ever since early childhood, and I can't prove objects have any sort of consciousness, but IMHO it never hurts to treat things respectfully nonetheless.
Names for musical instruments is a whole other subject. I don't own a car, but I do have a cello called Oscar. (19th century German gentleman - don't ask me how I know he's a boy cello not a girl cello, I just do.)
The next car (named by me) was a few decades after BB. She was a Solar Yellow Matrix, and was called Buttercup! She was a pretty girl! And yes, @la vie en rouge is right. We do know if they're boys or girls! A few years later, I bought a silver Corolla. He acted just like a high school boy who was always trying to impress his mother by being careful and respectful. I called him Hi Ho Silver.
My present car is the color of blue car I have always wanted to own! Very much like the blue of the old glass Vicks VapoRub container. She is a Lincoln Corsair and her name is Blueberry Sparkle. I think she likes it when I tell her good night as I go around checking to see if the doors are all locked.
The car we just junked, a 2009 green Subaru Outback, was the Roo Vert (only informally the Lezmobile). Our blue Subaru Forester is (boringly) the Blue Roo, and our silver Subaru Crosstrek is Scotty (after the character in Star Trek (get it?); I disremember the twisted logic that picked that particular character, but at one time I worked it out).
I have to make a little mnemonic to remember the numberplates of new cars and the kids love this one of our cars was called You Funny Darling, the next one became [she] Yells for 42 minutes to use all the letters and numbers on the number plate, the kids said it was inspired by my rants.
Poppy car (mark 2), has a new numberplate and I keep a photo of that on my phone. Unfortunately my inheritance car was written off, smashed up the back at the traffic lights, but I was fortunate to find the same make, colour and year with low kms as a replacement. I think I'll find it easier to let her go than the original Poppy when the time comes.
My two were Calvin a silver talbot samba who was followed by Barth a red Peugeot 205. Well Calvin was definitely male his registration proudly proclaimed he was A HE.