I name all my vehicles
Always have. I guess I always will.

My daily drive is a 1994 Ford Explod^Hrer with about 330k miles on it. He's starting to show his age, but Freddy has been incredibly reliable, and although he needs a new AC compressor (it seized), there's really no need for one in Colorado and so the pulley just spins freely now.

Occasionally I'll go out in my 1986 BMW 535i - a rocket ship in comparison. She's called Brunhilde; all Germanic solidity and toughness; a real no nonsense car, she is. If the tyres weren't so bloody expensive (non-standard US size, cost about $300 each), I'd drive her more often.

And then theres Jeff Jeep. One of the last CJ7s ever made, he's dependable, not at all flashy, not too bright, but just gets the job done without complaint. He's slated to be rebuilt as a rock-hopper soon.

Finally, my (ex) Triumph T595. WTF was I doing with a 1 litre fool(sic)-injected rocket ship? I remember once, still living in the concrete hell of Silicon Valley, coming off the freeway and looking down at the speedo, shocked to realize I was pootling along at 105 on Homestead Road in Cupertino. Talaria was such a little minx - it's surprising I never got into trouble with the Highway Patrol, on the receiving end of a night stick and a felony speeding or reckless endangerment conviction. Dang, I miss her sometimes. Wheelies in 3rd. A change of underwear needed about every other week.
(IHaveComeAmongThee__Twice Tissues on the left. Self-esteem on the right., Mon 26 Apr 2010, 4:08, Reply)