Okay, I have a dirty little secret that I must confess, I am a car namer, there I've admitted to it, and boy do I feel good about finally coming out. I know you are all probably thinking this lady has a screw loose naming an inanimate object or even assigning a gender to a vehicle, but I'll bet there are a few of you out there that have a secret name for your modern-day chariot. Sure when they break down, they all get the usual, and often profane names that we will refrain from going into here.
To encourage others to step forward with their car names I will take the plunge headlong into possible ridicule, and perhaps loss of writer credibility to reveal the names I have given to the vehicles I have owned over the years since obtaining my drivers license.
My first car was a patchwork of various shades of cream paint, a Datsun 180B, that changed colour every time we washed it, and aptly named the Chuggabug as it chugged along for a good two years always seeming to be on its last legs.
My second vehicle purchase was a green long wheel base 1976 Ford F100, who had been named by the previous elderly gentleman owner who always referred fondly to 'her' as Effie. In choosing to keep her name, little did I know how much of a bond we would form during our driving adventures between Sydney and Melbourne, and the irrational obsession I have for her still to this day.
Effie, still my favourite vehicle after all these years, but shh don't tell the others.
My love affair with F-series vehicles led me to the purchase of an F100 ex-ambulance, who was called the meat wagon to my horror by the menfolk in my family until I brought out a cup of water and promptly christened her Abby, and threatened the next one to call her by her previous name would wear a bucket of water not a cup. (I did warn you that I am irrational when it comes to the F100 vehicles.)
Monty, with a white roofed Abby in the background.
To my partner's disbelief, I named three of his cars; Monty a Ford Fairmont, Maggie a Mitsubishi Magna, and Landy a Toyota Landcruiser, all of which were not overly original I know, but names none the less.
I had a very brief stint with Nemo, a Ford XF sedan which got the moniker simply because it's number plate letters were NMO. After our first winter together, the name fit better due to the fact that if I parked it in the rain it became a fishbowl inside. My partner was horrified one rainy day watching me drive the auto like a manual to stop it from stalling, all the while slapping his hands away from the radio to ensure the windscreen wipers kept working. The final straw was the whoosh of water that pooled around his feet when I hit the brakes suddenly, and we were off to promptly trade it for my ever faithful (and waterproof) Nissan Navara, of which it was constantly referred to as Nameless so I guess technically it did have a name after all.
My latest acquisition is literally a big red car, a red Nissan Patrol with a monster lift kit that to my chagrin has been named The Wiggle Car by our young son, and unscrupulously encouraged by my partner. Not sure which Wiggle I'm supposed to be, perhaps Dorothy as I can be a bit of a grumpy dinosaur before the first coffee of the morning.
Anyway, I would love to hear what others have named their cars, and if it was for any particular reason. We all know the profane one's so let's stick to the 'netiquette' names. Be brave, and let the world know what name you have given to your car.