Do you name your car?
 

Some people name their cars, like a boat (but they don't usually paint it on the car.) The car thread reminded me that my Honda's name was Chiquita (always wanted a vanity plate: CHKITA but never got it.)

We also used to have a Nissan Pathfinder, and it was named Chataqua.

My current car is named pieceofshit.

Do YOU name your cars? What are their names?

Yes, I do.

My Sable (in "Toreador Red" which is dealer-speak for "burgundy," since I won't actually own a truly red car, even passed up a significant price deal once because of this) is named Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen.

The Talon which preceded the Sable was Sihayel.

I have friends that do better names ... One female friend called her Escort Station Wagon "Finelda."

Sycamore is the champ, though. He has a Chevy Malibu named "Barbie," the hunk o' crap he was driving before that was called "Monica" because it had blown a seal or gasket or something ... although he always pronounced it with a Spanish accent. IIRC, I did suggest the name on that one.

Awesome!

Maybe I'll change the Olds' name to "pieceofshit von guggelheimer the turd?"

Yes. My blue Jeep is called "the blue Jeep" and my black one is known as "the black Jeep". Soon, when I only have the black one I'll likely change its name to "the Jeep" (after the blue one the preceded it).

Won't the black jeep get confused if you change his name? :p

I only named my very first car, a red 1966 Chevy Biscayne. Her name was "Boogie" (hey, it was 1972, give me a break). She even had a means of introducing herself. Emblazoned in labelmaker tape on the passenger side sun visor, so that you'd see it when you pulled it down, was the following:

"Hi! My name is Boogie, and I'm a magical car. Just make a wish, and I'll grant it. And if you don't believe me...

F*ck You."

My first car was a Honda, so it was "the Honda". I acutally caught myself calling my current car (Ford Excort zx2) the Honda. LOL That is what I get for being so attached to the first one. Now it is just my car or the car.
I would have gotten another Honda if I could have afforded it. But I didn't trust the newspaper so I had to go to a dealership. My dad has gotten many cars from the newspaper and they always manage to be pieces of crap, so I wouldn't risk it.

I like the Ford Aspire: it aspires to be a better car!

I used to have an Escort, too. First manual transmission I had (which I really miss!)

My dad has an Impala. When he first got it, I named it Vlad. ;)

I still insist on calling it that, much to his chagrin.

My cars have never had names, but in high school all my friend's cars did: Artemis, Ratatouille, Ruby, Belle...

We have Sonia, the Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder, and Walker, the Ford Ranger.

the only one I really named was H.A.R.O.L.D. (huge ass really old loud dodge) it was an f*cked up '70 dodge conversion van.. man that thing went thru hell with me...

In 1983, I had a '72 Plymouth Grand Fury. It looked like a cop car, and even had blue lights in the grill. My friends and I called it "the pig".

My truck ( Personal truck that is ) is called the RIVERPIG ,
she is wide , slow and she swings her hips a bit , but she ALWAYS gets you there ( if she will start that is ;) )

Me sitting on the PIG ,
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My 'vette doesn't have a proper name but I call her "The 78". She is a silver anniversary edition from 1978. Hubby's Jeep is called "Jeepers" and for some reason, I call our Ford Explorer "the Truck".
...I also have an outdoor feral cat named Pretty Green Eyes. How's that for originality? (or lack of imagination)
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Wolf did indeed name my '94 Escort wagon...Mónica (Spanish pronunciation). And my '03 Malibu is Barbie. My fiancée's 2000 RAV4 is just known as the Lesbianmobile.

Other named cars include:

--my old '78 Ford Fairmont: The Blue Bomb or The Blue Bomber
--my old '88 Chevy Caprice: Lolita
--my old '95 Geo Metro: Putt-putt
--the '90 Accord that my brother uses for pizza deliveries: Louise

MY wife's car is "the white car" and I inherited my dad's nissan "Ultra compact, extended cab, 1/8 ton pick up truck. It's got a 2' bed w/ a hard tonneau cover."

You guys are crazy.

altho--I did have a friend who owned a car that he named Christine (Stephen King fans will know) and that car DID try to kill people.

My current car is called: "Please, PLEASE! for the love of God, please keep running!"

My Echo is The Smugmobile. Never named one before even though there are much cooler vehicles in my past.

I have never owned a car......but I did at one time own a hat called Trevor....

Vermont farmer is showing a Texas farmer around his place and the TExan asks "How big is your farm?" The Vermonter replies "Well, it runs along that stone wall, up to the top of the ridge there, over to the creek and back down to road."
The Texan says "Why, it takes me all day to drive from one end of my farm to the other."
The Vermotner says "Yep, I had a truck like that once too, but I sold it."

In England 10-15 years ago, I had a Renault 5 I named Clitoris.

Because it was red and every cnut had one.



Yes, I stole the idea.

Our current cars are imaginitively called "The Focus" and "The Windstar", and will remain so until I find other cools names to steal. Of course, they are both Nissans.......

A whilst back I posted a thread about the Mazda 6 I was buying, I had it a whole 3 weeks when a guy walked into the yard and offered me a stupid amount of money for it (I got it dealer to dealer rates and he paid me full retail - so nice little pick up there :D).

I now own a red version of this.....

Infor Here

Its called "The Dog", because the number plates are "DOGRED" and thats because in the *industry* the colour is referred to as "dog dicks red".

:D

Sure.

Lovingly named after a vehicle in Heinlein's Number of the Beast.

Currently equipped with a VHF/UHF transceiver and XM satellite radio receiver. I just finished installing new premium speakers for the sound system--a pain in the ass to do but they do sound wonderful; the paper-coned factory speakers had given up the ghost, and with a 60-mile commute every day, that's important.

Contemplated for future installation, my Elecraft K2 HF transceiver (and a 400w RF linear amp); not quite sure what antennas to install for that. I'm also thinking about a new head-end for the stereo, maybe this one or maybe an actual CarPC.

My current ML 320 CDi is called Panzer IV

I have never named any car I've had. Except maybe calling it by "youstoopidpieceofshit."

College friends of mine has a 70s (?) International Harvester (suburban-type thingy) they referred to as Godzilla.

'Nother friend of mine had a black 80 Corolla he called "Akira."

I always wanted to name my cars - esp as years before I could drive myself, a super-cool girl I knew had a Mini called Martin, although she always called him Baby. "C'mon Baby, lets go" or "It's okay Baby, you can do it" etc

But none of the names stuck. And there's nothing sadder than forcing a name (or nickname) if it doesn't gel.

Cats now. My cats have always had three or more names AFTER their official ones. Thank god I've never been allowed to ruin a child!

My cats had their formal names (first, middle, last), a couple nicknames apiece, and their Native American names which were:

Panther Scamping
Chief Crooked Tail
Northern White Bean (had one pad of one toe that was white and looked like a bean)

I think I win in the Crazy Cat Lady category! Also, probably better I never got to ruin a kid, too! :)

See, that's the wonderful thing about cats. You can give them each a hundred names. They don't care, because they don't answer to any of them. They'll come when they damn well please. :lol:

On finding that we were up the duff with the first sprog, we suddenly realised that in the folly of our youth, we had given the best names to the cats -Artemis and Apollon. :(

Still, we managed to find enough to lumber the kids with -and #3 was born after we moved to the States and left the cats with Grandma in the UK, so we snuck one of the cats' names in anyway :D

Sprogs are
Hebe Amazon Petra
Hector Pendragon James
Thor Artemus George

:eyebrow: :lol:

The cruelty case is still pending.....

jeez, If I were one your kids I'd file for adoption.....


Thor?

Norse God spends a few weeks slumming on Earth. Hooks up with delighful young hooker, and using his Godlike powers, dispenses with the Viagra and services her mightily....
After 2 days and 2 nights of 24x7 service, He announces that He is going home and reveals His Godhood to His conquest.
Beating His chest, He cries, "I am Thor!"

"Well", comes the reply, "after 48 hours of that, tho am I"

Sounds like my boy .....and he just turned 5.

We really really reeaally came "that" close to giving him "Trouble" as a middle name. We should've -it couldn't possibly have made him any worse! :eek: The other two -positive angels by comparison- did not prepare us for this one. Another mom said to me at one point "God doesn't send us anything we can't handle" to which my reply was "God clearly knows I'm an atheist then". She hasn't spoken to me since. Mind you, Thor hasn't pulled her daughter's trousers down recently either (to my knowledge) :eyebrow:

mmm..... actually, we called one of our cats 'Mischief' 'cos her mother was 'Trouble' (partner to 'Strife', of course....)

I hope your son grows up to hurl Thunderbolts & Lightning.

He left them behind when he was 3 -now he's up to tornados, hurricanes, siblings, lego and tantrums. Simultaneously, of course.

Monster, your kids better be strong and self-sufficient, because there will be a lot of playground asskicking going on there.

Or fear and cowering....and not by Monster's sprogs. :worried:

I have an old VW Passat Estate - first registered in 1989 - it's now up to 195,000 miles and keeps passing its annual health-check. Probably worth nothing as a resale item, but it performs so many tasks it's priceless to us - from lugging wood, bags of cement, the dog, flatpack furniture - I even managed to get my ride-on mower into the back of it when it broke down so I could take it to the local repairer. The kids (men) use it when they need to move something awkward or when their cars break down and it has been named affectionately by them 'The Tank!'

We live in hippy Ann Arbor and they go to an "alternative" school -my kids have the normal names around here! :lol:

...and happy clappy is compulsory in the playground -no cowering, just daisy chains and joyous friendships :eyebrow:

Clonlara?

Here's The Black Jeep after repair.

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No, it's actually a public school with an "alternative" program. I use the "" because so many people assume that alternative means for bad kids.

The school is run by the staff, parents and students together. Learning is co-operative rather than competitive and student-driven. Classes are mixed age and teachers and all members of the community are known by their first-name, learning is experience and interest driven, with many field-trips, special focus studies etc....

(Hard to put in a nutshell, Here's the Website)

how's that for a topic drift?

(drifting futher, I remembered that someone on this board sent their children to Upattinas, and a quick search tells me that's you, I think. The philosophy is similar, although -being within the public school system- we are subject to an element of testing and specified curriculum (which we ignore to the best of our ability ;)) basically, they send us tests, we grit our teeth and do them, we exceded expectations then continue in our own merry way)

[/topic drift, honest]

* 1971: Ann Arbor had six informal classroom which were precursors to an open school program.

Might want to make that classrooms on the site history page, seeing that its a school and all. I found at least two more, but. . . I hate being in publishing - I end up proofreading everything I see. Boxes, signs , menu's. . .

BTW, My brothers kids go to an Alternative school and they do really well there. They are all very, very smart and well above their age group in all classes.

Back to this thread, I have one car and I call it effin-pizza-chit U-kiddin-me. I know that effin-pizza-chit is a long first name so I call her POS for short.

Everything, huh? ;)

:lol: It was smart of you to keep you post short and sweet. Fewer chances for a mistake that way. But the question is, did you proofread your short post more than once before you hit "submit reply?" ;)

You also missed the extra space after the comma. . . I never said I was perfect. I make plenty of mistakes, but I would think a school would want their website to have proper grammer on it. donja tink? They need to be schmart to teech da kidz the rite way to spel 'n stuff.

Well of course that all depends on whether you want to raise a bunch of conformists or not...... ;)

....but I will pass along the info on the typos, thanks -tbh I haven't read it since they "updated" the website

It's a great school. Takes up an incredible amount of my time, though, but I think it's worth it.

It sounds like it. And I know exactly what you mean about the time...
Yes, it's my kids that go to Upattinas (this year anyway, we're not signing up again for next year), and Clonlara is a sort of sister school to us thru the NCACS.

What? You never heard of "learning together"?:haha:

Are you just going to a different alternative style of school, or abandoning the alternative schools altogether? I'm interested in these alternative-but-also-public schools. The only alternative schools around here are Montessori, and the quality varies drastically from one location to the next.

We're not decided yet... we're looking at a couple of different Friends schools, but also considering homeschooling and/or Open Connections.

Definitely not abandoning the alternative approach (we don't have any cool public schools like monster's), and we may end up back at Upattinas some day. We were waiting until after the holidays to really get busy with this. Time's up... :thepain:

The version I prefer delivers the punch line as:

"You're thor! I'm tho thor I can hardly pith!"

Right up there with the story of the young lady whose summertime date took her to the seaside boardwalk (some versions have it as the county fair), and asked her several times what she'd like to do that evening.

Each time she says "I wanna get weighed", so after three trips to the "Guess Your Weight" concession, the date politely takes her home. Her mother greats her with "How did your date go, dear?", and she replies, "Wowsy."

Speaking of cars...the sound system upgrade is complete in Gay Deceiver.

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lol! yes, that's better punch-line, MaggieL. And I laffed at the seaside "wowsy".



and speaking of schools, i bet you would have liked mine....


at 13, I could speak latin and strip & re-assemble a bren-gun blindfold

We are so lucky to have landed where we did. We're in a great school district, but the schools are so competitive and determined to stay "great" that everything is becoming geared to passing check-box tests and getting better numbers on paper than the other schools.

Result is, the kids are only learning how to memorize facts. They don't learn how to learn from experience and they don't have time to learn any of those other life skills that the examiners haven't found a way to quantify -the skills that come through interaction, play and exploration- like how to compromise, how to be tactful, how to make logical deductions and how to make the best of any situation.

Theoretically, I'd homeschool, but in practice, I'd kill them if I was stuck with them all day. Or come up with some really creative uses for Duct Tape. Homeschoolers have my utmost admiration.

Our school is the perfect solution. I'm very involved, I'm in there most days, I know all the teachers, most of the kids and I know what's going on and what is being learned, but from 7:30 to 11:30 someone else is actually responsible for all my sprogs, they have other people to talk to and play with, I can leave and do paperwork/planning/housework/exercise/whatever in quiet or noisy solitude at home or elsewhere, and can prepare for the midday arrival of the kindergartener. Believe me, that needs some preparation. (Yes, that's Thor). ;)

Also, because it's a public school it's (a) free and (b) not allowed to get "radical" to the point where the kids are unintentionally being harmed by being given free range without being given any guidance as to how to use that freedom wisely. This are the (only) plus points about staying in the public system.

/off topic.

again

:rolleyes:

My red Honda is named Scarlett O'Honda. She's a sassy gal :)

My Monte Carlo - His name was Monty...last name Carlo. When I made the last payment on him, I owned (wait for it) the FULL Monty

My Ford Focus - her name is Stella - after the accident, we started calling her swamp - because she has a nasty leak somewhere we can't find - and I routinely have water in the passenger seat *sigh*

Our Lexus ES330 - His name is Luther....Lexus Luther. (and yes, I named him!)

Our Rav 4 - well, it doesn't have a name yet. He drives it, and thinks the whole naming of cars is summat silly ;)

.... but can't pull for toffee.....

If I named inanimate objects I'd call my car, a black 1995 Toyota Avalon, Methuselah, because I want it to live for another 956 years or so.

I've never been and never will be a car lover, so I'd rather spend as little money on them as possible.

Sounds like the place where Lindsay Anderson's "If..." happened.

very similar.

http://www.qvs.org.uk/


'tho it wasn't co-ed in my day.