These car posts.... Did you ever name your car?

We called my Mom's 70 Toyota Corona 'Wanda Jean' for some reason.

My friends 59 Bel Air was 'Eunice'

A 67 volkswagon was 'Abby'.


How we came up with these and why I don't remember, but we sure know what we're talking about when someone brings up that name.

My parents always named cars. We never spoke of the model of the car, they all were referred to by name.

:shrug:

I do recall I called a 78 Olds Omega I owned "La Bomba".

by my cousin whom (who)(?) i bought it from and the name stuck.

i also had a blue datsun station wagon for about 3 months that i called a piece of sh*t but i don't know if that counts.

I drive "Ruby"

but, being a dedicated, travelling "Dead Head", Her name was "Stella Brown" after the song "Stella Blue" for all of you who weren't familiar with the Dead.

just called the bug.

My Dad had one of those hand held stamping gadgets that he could punch words into and end up with a length of sticker tape with a message on it.

He made one that said "Jean: Slow Down" and stuck it on the dashboard above the speedometer.

When my older sister had it, it was called the "Yellow Submarine". That's because it was 1966 when she got it, that song had just come out, and my father had painted it yellow for her.

Our family Datsun B210 was Cho Cho San.
My dad's Sentra was Thunderbolt Greaseslapper.
My mother's Plymouth Horizon was the Duchess.
My mother's new Prius is the Silver Streak.
My brother's Buick Riviera was Bessie Mae the Ghetto Cruiser. (Please direct all comments about this name at my late brother. I had nothing to do with this.)

Beyond, the blue Horizon.

:-)

but my old sh*tbox Toyota was named "Tokyo's Revenge".

:shrug:

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The thing was so ghetto that the bottom was rusting out and whenever I had people in the back seat and went over a bump the underside would spark.

In it's dear old age the letter "U" fell off the trunk where Buick put it's endorsement and from that day on it was called "The Bick"

My current car, a 1992 Pontiac Grand Am (quality, I tell you, quality) doesn't have an official name. However, it's at least once a day where I am sitting in traffic saying out loud "baby, don't stall now...baby, please keep going" so I would have to say that her name is "Baby"

My old Land Cruiser was Peggy Sue because after I bought her I heard that song about a million times. My last truck was Monster named by one of my sons friends, she was without a muffler and she roared. This truck is a big diesel and she purrs. I happened to be listening to a Dave Matthews CD and in the song Rapunzel he makes a noise similar so I have named her Rapunzel. I have forgotten the names of my others. My first, a HUGE 1960 Mercury Monterey, used, rusted, no power anything and an embarrassment at a high school full of sports cars was Gert.

P.O.S.

I had a Pinto. You figure it out.

'Zippy' for short; '82 Volkswagen Rabbit.......my first car.

it was a 62 Ford Fairlane that stalled quite often at stops signs etc..

We got the point where we got good at hopping in and out of that piece of crap while it was still moving (very slowly of course- but still).

1970 Cutlass convertible

"The Shark"
Not anything like the one in the picture, mine was primer grey, with a shark mouth painted on the side near the front

reminds me of a guy in high school that had flames painted on his primer gray car - actually I think he painted it on himself. His car was a crackup.

paint jobs. Problem with having an "Art car" is the cops get to know you
too well

is the name of my Civic Hybrid. Not very original, but it fits.

My wife named her Saturn Prometheus.

the last one was a 73 Crysler new yorker. that was the blue barge. even had licence plates with that.
My 72' delta 88 was the USS queen victoria. forgot what i called the 75 delta before it. and my last one-73' delta 88 a ugly pale olive green was the sweat pea.

when they struggle going up hills. :)

It's a long story, an' I wrote a poem about it for a poetry class in college.
Even got me an "A" on the poem.

I couldn't call it what I wanted to; George Lucas would sue me!

My 82 Mustang. My first car was Gertrude. She said it on the tail, back in the days of CB radio. I was always hearing calls for "Hey Gertrude".

That's my car's name.

My first car, a '69 Chevy Impala large enough to land fighter jets on its hood, was named "Impie Biggs," which fans of Dorothy Sayers' mysteries will understand.

The second one was a tiny gray '78 Dodge Omni known as The Tuna Can.

The third was an '87 Dodge Shadow the color of a McDonald's chocolate shake, so I called it The Milkshake.

After The Milkshake was killed in an accident, I bought a gray '90 Dodge Spirit, which I nicknamed The Gray Ghost.

I didn't have a car at all between October 1993 and August 2003.

In August 2003, I moved back to Minneapolis and took over my mother's second car, a red Plymouth Acclaim. Depending on my mood, I call it either The Red Rover or the The Red Menace.

then a red 1965 Malibu convertible named Bumius followed by a gold Gremlin called Gullinbursti
My best friend's 260 Z was Gilgamesh.

It really was a wreck too. The tailgate and two doors were different colors because he got the parts at a junkyard. I was embarrassed to be in that car. The kids at school called it the Beverly Hillbillies car.

My 85 Nissan Stanza was "Christine" because my license plate was 666-HFA.

My Mazda pickup was the "Crimson Permanent Assurance."

I'm gonna name it Eloise.

(A free beer to anyone who gets this reference.)

was the name of my first... an '87 Ford Taurus Station Wagon.

Now I drive Blanche. A white Toyota Corolla.