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My coworker Jon thinks it’s weird that I name my cars by color. Perhaps it’s because I don’t care, really, about the make or model of whatever I’m driving at the time. I have friends who name their cars–like, a real name–and while that’s cute, I just don’t do that either.
My first car was a Plymouth Reliant 1986 K-Car. It looked like this, only it was that shade of Old Lady Blue. You know the one. My parents bought it for me with 75,000 miles on it despite the fact that it was 12 years old.
I loved that car. But when my sister got her learner’s permit, my parents gave it to her and gave me their nicer, red Eagle Vision. The Eagle served me well for many years, well-loved through college as for a while I was the only one of my friends with wheels. It had students stuffed in it to the brim as we made midnight runs to Wendy’s. It got many a ticket as sometimes I was too lazy to walk to Mr. V’s dorm across the lake.
Then we moved to Tennessee. My poor red Eagle was getting old–it was already 10 years old when we moved here–and it started burning oil. The AC broke. And yet, we drove it, because there was no way we could buy another car. It earned its title The Red Car of Death. I was sure it was going to break down on the highway one day and gasp its last breath.
Last fall we were finally able to afford a new (used) car–with cash we had saved, the Dave Ramsey and in my opinion absolutely best way to buy a car. It’s a Buick Century in what I like to call Granny Gold. (Apparently those old-lady color cars just cost less or something.)
The day we brought Libbie home from the hospital, Habitat for Humanity towed away the Red Car of Death to auction off for a few pennies.
Without getting into the lovely train of Cars I’ve Totaled Since We Moved to Tennessee, we now have the Gold Car and the Gray Car (a Saturn Ion…don’t get me started about it. Grump.).
How do you refer to your cars? By name, model, color? Am I THAT weird?