Yep, I name all my cars. My sweet daily drivers for years have all been "My Lucille" and that won't change soon.
My Hot Rod Chevelle is a boy, though. His name is Harley Damn. I bought him after seeing that the meanest Harley Davidson motorcycle (you know, motorcycles usually beat the shit out of cars, right?) around could not keep up with this BIGFOOT beast. He earned his name that night and a couple of months later he was mine.
Four miles to the gallon, but who's counting?
Get back to the track and he burns six gallons in a quarter mile, but then, who's counting?
My drag racing bones have thinned some in my age. I just love having the boy around. Just having one of the coolest cars I always wanted is almost enough.
Unfortunately, the way things have stack up against us lately, I might have to start thinking about re-homing Harley Damn.
I hate this.
I have always wanted a Chevelle. But he is quite valuable and liquid funds are running low while hospital bills will be climbing soon like rocket fuel was behind them.