Last week I posted an article on the relationships we have with our cars and how they sometimes become part of our families. I also threw out the option to you, the readers, to email me some pictures of your rides and why you name them what you do. We’ve only gotten a few submissions thus far but we’re looking for A LOT more. So, get your camera’s out, upload some pics and send them into me at: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Just make sure to include the Year, Make, Model and a brief description of your cars personality and we’ll post them up. So, without further adieu, here is the fitst batch of submissions!
• Owner: Bill Childers / Car: Pontiac G8 GXP / Name: “YETI”
My G8 GXP’s name is “Yeti”. A buddy called it that… cause it’s a big
white monster that growls.
• Owner: Jeff Ingolia / Car: 1968 Cadillac Coup de Ville / Name: “CAPONE”
We name all or ours and always refer to them that way. I also understand what you are saying about family and friends catching on as well – It always makes me smile when my parents call our cars by name now too. Having four kids adds to the fun and I’m happy to know that they will always remember by name the cars we had when they were growing up.
Attached is the pride of the family and the greatest car I have ever owned – our 1968 Cadillac Coup de Ville convertible affectionately named “CAPONE”.
• Owner: Brenda Carlson / Car: 1968 Karmann Ghia / Name: “VOODOO”
The attached image is of my 1968 Karmann Ghia, Voodoo. I’m not entirely sure when we started calling her Voodoo, but the name was not something I chose — rather, it seemed to stem from multiple people misreading an vanity plate that the previous owner had given to the car. (He had attempted to stretch “VW,” phonetically, into seven letters — it hurt to look at.) I’d just as soon have tossed the ridiculous thing, but enough people in my neighborhood knew it by plate alone, so I kept it. Ten years later, it’s still there, making people slightly more illiterate with each passing day.
After multiple horrendous mechanical failures, as well as three major accidents (all rear-endings, all high-speed), I guess her name is as much an explanation as a moniker. There were times where I swore that the only thing keeping the car running was magic.