Those of you who have been following me on Facebook, know that Phil and I got a new car last year. It was a pretty big deal, because it was our first new car. We figured it was about time we treated ourselves.
The car is a 2012 Hyundai Sonata. We went for the previous year’s model, as they gave us an incentive.
With a new car came a conundrum: what do we call her? Naming a car is important, donchya know?
When Phil picked up the licence plate, the first four letters were BNVN. He suggested we call her Bun Oven, a mnemonic for the licence plate.
“Why don’t we just call her uterus and be done with it then?” I said.
Sadly Bun Oven stuck, and Bun she remains. We love our Bun, though.
This year, Phil wanted to get a pick up truck, “an old beater,” as he put it. As we’ve tackled out home reno projects over the years, he’s lamented the lack of a truck to tote supplies. We’ve either had to pay for delivery, or beg/borrow/steal a truck from someone we knew.
Initially, he was thinking of looking in the fall or winter, but when his mom announced that she’d be moving in October, he wanted to get one now, so we could help out a little more.
The result: Bucket. It’s short for Rust Bucket and has nothing to do with her licence plate. She’s a 2003 Ford F150.
Do you name your vehicles? My high school science teacher named his car Bucephalus. My friend Margaret, named her bicycle (when we were kids) Star-jumper. Do you think the practice is silly, or endearing?
I’d love to hear from you 🙂