I miss Car Talk...

https://community.cartalk.com/t/should-you-name-your-car/3972

same here... the reruns are running yet.

Yeah, but the reruns just remind me that the show is no longer getting new episodes.

Click:"And remember, don't drive like my brother." Clack:"Or my brother."

The Tappett brothers. good stuff. They can nearly always get a laugh out of me, at least a chortle.

I often had similar names for cars too, but my name's were often less derogatory in nature, due to the fact that when I really needed the car to get me where I needed to be, the car got me there come hell or high water.

I often felt that that assemblage of nuts,bolts and various other pieces had a soul of some sorts, how it could feel if the caretaker gave it the love it required. My friends cars always seemed to break down more often than mine and while they spent considerable time prepping their cars, motions under the hood were often peppered with yelling and cursing, wrenches flying about and the generation of vast quantities of steam being expelled under high pressure.

My friends often asked me to look at their cars, when they had, " had enough ". I would stand back, look the beast firmly in the face and quietly introduce myself, from that point on, me and their cars were best buddies, much to their chagrin.

I often felt, after making contact, with the brute, that there was a sort of silent animosity bestowed upon me, never the less, I proceeded in a logical order, taking breaks from time to time for a quick smoke or to take a sip from an ice cold beer.

I usually redirected any hostility from the car towards the engineers that had designed the thing, often wondering aloud why, if the the car was so smooth on the outside, why underneath it's shiny skin, the metal armor was often sharper than a surgeons scalpel.

Soon I was able to get their puppy up and running, ready for them again to terrorize the local masses, as if they were running the Indy 500.

I guess I won't quit my day job to become a comedian.

Some of these parts replacement procedures are insane.

I had a 1968 (?) Jeep Wagoneer, and to replace the burned out instrument lights I had to remove the windshield! The screws to remove the dash and access the instrument cluster were in the windshield track. Not kidding. Who thought THAT was a good idea?

I bought a flashlight, kept in the vehicle to illuminate the gauges.

My current daily driver is a GMC Suburban, renamed Bourbon (an ironic coincidence).

The only time I changed the oil in my Ford F-150 I discovered that the oil filter would not come out from under the truck unless the steering was turned all the way to the right, or left I don't remember because I've never done it again.

Since I hadn't drained the oil, I screwed the filter back on started it and turned the wheel.

I'm sure we could all tell stories. New thread anyone?

Remember that your car is a 1968 Jeep. The lifespan of the car was most likely equivalent to one windshield life. So, if the car died within one windshield life, then there was no use in using better bulbs in the dashboard, or having better circuitry.

That brings back not so fond memories for me. A slipped wrench, skinned knuckles, the 9/16 Craftsman combination wrench flying out from under the car with some demonistic sounds emanating from under the car!

I remember those days like they were yesterday, though it's been a long time.

Wow! Our cars had the same doggone name! That is just freaky!

Cars not really, growing up on the farm, we did have names for some of our Tractors, a 8N ford was referred to as Henry...

As far as the cars are concerned... didn't really have a name for them. but I would refer to them as a person.

When my significant other and myself were going out, I'll refer to my significant other and my 911 that I'm taking the girls out tonight.

If I'm maintaining my vehicles, it doesn't matter if its the Porsche, Buick or what ever my wheels are at the time and am having trouble with lets say a Alternator bolt whether its stubborn or inaccessible, I would only question either why I still have it, or why didn't I have someone else do it.

I call my DeLorean "Ole' Deloris", my Porsche " the nine one-one", my Hummer is simply "BJ"

Yes, I also refer to my 911 as 911,... but that's it its given name so it doesn't count.

The Naming of cars. A practice somewhat more common than most would believe.

For our household, the car first has to let us know if its male or female. This can take some time to see how the car performs. Once gender is determined it is time to evaluate the name. Some times the car already has an appropriate name. For instance, our 1967 GT350 is simply called The Cobra. (female, very flashy, High maintenance, tempermental) Our 87 CSX is called The Shelby. (male, loud and loves to race) Our Town and Country is called Moby. (male, its White, go figure) and our Dodge Caliber is named Autumn (female, low maintenance, loves road trips) as it is a very bright metallic orange. My old beater Shadow was Lil Blue (male, preferred being ignored) Gone to the junker with its friend the indestructible Ford Escort Wagon, Flivver, (male, cranky with no heater) which we sent off because I was tired of looking at it.

For the most part, everyone I knew in Florida named their car.

Cars are all females, for the devil is in them, and they never can be easy (to quote an Irish folk tune).

Pickup trucks should be given dog names - since they work for kibble and bit.

Trucks that do not run all the way to where you were going, most definitely are named SOB. (That's short for sonofabetyouthoughtIwouldsayit).

Motorcycles are too cool to have names- other than "mine".

Mush a - ree dumma do dumma da!

I have never found it necessary to name things I own. My ex-girlfriend Tammy however, had names for everything she owned. Her forest green Mazda 626 was "Chatsworth", and her white Miata convertible was "Tick Tack." Her electric lawn edger was... "Eddie." I can't for the life of me remember what she called her riding lawnmower.

Thanks for the song ref!

Yeah, Whiskey in the Jar is my favorite, I don't care who is playing it at the time!

One gal named her car "Brad".

Wifey and I both disenjoy (hate is a strong word) that commercial, and we wouldn't the "happy dance" to cease, now would we?

Most times. we call our vehicles by the color, except for the trucks.

The Blue Car, The Red Car, The Black Car, The Silver Car, etc. The big truck is called The Truck and the two smaller trucks are called "My Truck".

We currently have two blue colored cars, so what do we call them? One is called The Blue Car and the other is called the Boxster. We also have two silver colored cars. One is called The Silver Car and the other is called The Little Convertible.

When I had my 911, it was called The Race Car or once in a while it was The Gray Car!

Yes, we're pretty boring when we name our cars.

The paperwork for my current vehicle is filed under "Magic Carpet".

I had a Yugo that I named POS.

You were being generous!

My old grey Chevy Silverado, she's a bit too dark of a horse to be called Traveler, and I would have to hide her from BLM, and ANTIFA, but I am also short of the correct wardrobe:

1. grey cavalry field hat
2. grey field coat (with stars)
3. grey uniform
4. long boots
5. saber