My car is named Lexie (I wasn't very creative when I thought that one up). But, it was a surprise birthday present and everytime I go to visit my mom she tells me to thank Lexie for taking such good care of me!
Lexie is a 2010 Lexus IS and the ultimate girl car! I l-o-v-e her!
We had been car shopping for awhile and test drove Lexus'. But, I didn't think that I'd actually get one (this was during the December to Remember event). So, I just kind of brushed it off and literally dreamt about that car! Everytime I saw one on the road I just stared and drooled. Well, shortly before my birthday I was called to come down for a visit because there was a nice used Volvo that would be perfect for me and my dogs. I was excited, test drove it, and parked it in the garage. (Mom's cousin (they're super close) is married to a big big car dealer). They told me we'd do all of the paperwork in the morning and I could head back up to school. Awesome, right?
Well, in the morning my mom asked me to go into the garage because she wanted a Dr. Pepper. I kept thinking...you don't drink Dr. Pepper in the morning but whatever. I opened the door to see Lexie sitting in the garage where the Volvo was!!!! I was ecstatic!
^^Wow, writing that made me excited all over again! What an awesome memory!
I have had Hector Datsun-- F10.
Vader-- as in Darth-- black VW GTI,
Pug the charcoal grey 1974 International pickup truck,
followed by Clyde the Ford F150, Tank the Explorer and currently Ferdinand the Ford-- F250 Bright red.
Trying to find him a decal of Ferdinand the bull for his tail gate.
Some yes over the years. The kitty car, our first VW bug, a '59 model. I was little and the valves ringing sounded so different that I named it after a cat purring.
Long time later after I married was Betsey the '68 VW Squareback, reliable but not flashy, then the Green Machine which was the '77 F250 gorgeous two tone green with sunroofs and a 460. It was soooo nice, our first nice vehicle. It superseded the rusted out '73F250 which was the Green Beast. We had a few no name cars and then I inherited Charlotte Camry, an '84 and we bought a '79 F350 flatbed dually, which was Buzzy Bee Truck. Now the truck is a '97 F250 which is called The Bull or The Big Truck, the car and the little truck are called by the model name and of course the Beastly Stock trailer.
We were into boats for a long time so you kind of get used to calling inanimate objects by a name.
My first car was a 1977 Chevy Impala. A total hooptie. Her name was Penelope. As if Penelope wasn't a weird enough name for a car, I had to make sure it was even weirder by pronouncing it Pen-a-lope, like loping a western horse.
My current car is named Elmo. I even have a tiny stuffed Elmo in the back window. He was dubbed Elmo because he is little and red. Someday, if I ever get a big red pickup truck, I will name him Clifford.
"It is not necessary for you to let everyone know everything about you. In fact, it is probably wise that you don't. There are some things that you need only discuss with God."
I didn't name my first car, but my last car was Joey the Jeep. I got a Tahoe in August and I'm still trying to figure out if its male or female before I can pick out a name. Right now we call it "The Hoe." so its name might be Bubbles or something along those lines.
A lovely horse is always an experience.... It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words. ~Beryl Markham
I had sworn I'd never name another car as it was always so sad to bid them adieu when their life was up. But, I broke down and named my new (well, he's actually old) F150 the oh so creative "Henry".
Previous to old Henry I had:
"Bug" an older Acura that had the pop-up headlights.
"Vader" an old Dodge RamCharger
My commuter car is a civic and has no name, and I do feel guilty about that sometimes.
Edited because I forgot about my very first car. A celebrity station wagon. Green. He was named "The Green Machine". Actually most of my friends referred to him as the party wagon, lots of room when the seats where down!
I didn't originally name my old car ('96 Saturn), but by the time it retired its name was Trusty Saturn. A bit of an ironic name when you consider the fact that it burned oil like nobody's business, had lots of personality quirks (like turning the windshield wipers on randomly. You want to know what awkward feels like-try having your windshield wipers on full blast on a sunny day at a red light and being totally unable to do anything about it), and ultimately had to be retired due to the transmission going out. But not in a typical way-it stopped going backwards. Only backwards. Discovered that on a busy shopping day in a Target parking lot-good thing Trusty Saturn was small and light and I could push it while it was in neutral....
My current car is Trusty Saturn's replacement: a 98 Pontiac Grand Prix named Lars. (Anyone seen the movie Heavyweights?) He's got some quirks too (like he doesn't like to give me my keys back/turn all the way off when I park him sometimes. Thanks for teaching me patience, Lars), but he's a vast improvement over Trusty Saturn because he goes forward AND backward!
the "I'm In My 20's and Hope to Be a Good Rider Someday" clique