My first car was a '76 Toyota Corolla station wagon, crap/puke brown. I made tye-died curtains for the back windows and plastered it with Grateful Dead and Pink Floyd stickers. I also used a hot glue gun to affix about 20 GI Joe action figures to the hood at one point. As they fell off, I would give my friends prizes(mostly just recognition)if they could catch them as they slid off the hood. They liked to call it the “PimpWagon” because of the curtains.
Next was an '88 Jeep Cherokee Laredo that I called My Humvee, because I used to drive it all over the light wheel vehicle testing grounds at Ft Lewis, WA.
'94 Ford Escort Wagon-No name
'75 Ford Maverick: Also known as the “Maveratti”. This car was the bomb! A powder blue boat in all it’s glory! Wooden beads on the seats(came with it), stereo hanging by wires and about 6 inches of play in the steering. God I miss that car.
'96 Laser, this was my race car. It could corner like a MFer and it felt like my ass was about two millimeters from the ground. It was also cool, because it was more like sitting in a cockpit than a car.
'94 Mazda B4000, V6, 4WD. This is what I am driving now, no name, it just does what I want: Get my OUT OF HERE and into the woods where I’m happy.
“It is now proved beyond doubt that smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.”
Damn, I also wanted to mention that I was probably going to buy a sailboat in the next couple of years and will probably go along the lines of Johnny L.A.'s concept. Although I think I have her name in mind already…
Well, I’ve had 3 cars in the past few years. They were as follows:
1977 Plymouth God-Knows-What… I got it for 200$. His name was: Gorgar the Car but when you said it you had to yell it like you were in a metal band. =)
1985 Honda Civic. Name: SarCan Sarcan is an aluminum recycling company here… I always had about 35$ worth of plastic and aluminum in the back seat.
1996 Ford Escort. Name: That hot hot Ford --> Why this? I have NO idea… it’s just kinda like
“Hey Kold, where’s yer car?”
“My car? It’s that hot hot ford over there… the one with the leaky tires.”
EVE – I remembered John Paul I from when we did this topic a while ago – I laughed then and I’m laughing again now.
I used to drive a '90 Grand Am that a friend named Jean Claude Grand Am. After I totalled it, I got the car I have now, a '98 Honda Civic named Yolanda the Honda.
I have a manual 5-speed. When I was first learning how to drive it, I christened it “BITCH!!!” It wasn’t a conscious thing, I just kept yelling it at her and it kind of stuck.
The IQ of a group is equal to the IQ of the dumbest member divided by the number of people in the group.
I haven’t named a car since my first one. (BTW, I’ve never owned a new car. The Car Guys are my idols, confirming my tightwad conviction that cars are lousy investements.)
But my first was was ancient when I got it; a '65 Plymouth Valiant, blacktop over cream, named The Peanut.
I loved that car. Sturdy little slant 6 in it; simple enough that I could do a lot of repairs, and I drove it to over 180K miles. The Peanut and I went all over the country. Cried my eyes out when I finally had to sell it.
Veb
(P.S. When I bought an old Jag, the Ex was horrified that I loved it because it reminded me of The Peanut; slender steering wheel, low to the ground…But the electricals on The Peanut were a hell of a lot more reliable.)
1966 Plymouth Fury II - Stellllaaaaaa!
1976 Mercury Capri Ghia II - Steve
1981 Toyota Corolla - ~@!&$^%)@#^%*+%##!!!
1995 Ford Escort wagon - The Eggplant (aka Iris)
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“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.” I Spy Ty.
I have a black Cavalier. I bought it almost two years ago and it was christianed The Stealth Car within a week (because people walked into it in the dark).
All my parent’s vans have had names. They’ve had 3 that I can recall, in order, Bessie, the Beast and Greenie.
No one else in our family seems to name their cars (or perhaps they just don’t share the names).
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“[A]gainst stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.” --J.C.F.S. as quoted by H.M.
