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My sister-friend Susan has a Honda she calls Juan Carlos. San Geraldo’s aunt Mildred had a station wagon, named Jezebel. The name was apt. Having gone through three engines and with over 600,000 miles on the odometer, Jezebel had been around the block a few times.
Come to think of it, Mildred’s car was named Josephine. Jezebel was the name of a university friend’s Pontiac. She hadn’t been around the block quite so many times. But, well, never mind. Back to Susan and Juan Carlos.
Susan took Juan Carlos in for his regular service the other day. She arrived at the dealership, stepped up to the counter and said, “Hi. Juan Carlos is here for his check-up.” The woman at the desk stared at her blankly. Susan continued pleasantly, “The 2017 Honda CR-V at 1:00?” The woman then smiled and said, “Oh, ma’am. This is the Chevy dealership.”
My sister, Dale, named our 1960 Rambler station wagon Old Betsy. That was after 6 years when we considered Betsy old. When our father traded her in a couple of years later (for a 1969 Chevrolet Impala), The Kid Brother got teary eyed and whimpered, “I’m gonna miss Old Betsy.”
Does your car have a name?
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Mi hermana-amiga Susan tiene un Honda al que llama Juan Carlos. Una tía de San Geraldo, Mildred, tenía una camioneta, llamada Jezabel. El nombre era apropiado. Habiendo pasado por tres motores y con más de 600,000 millas en el odómetro, Jezabel había dado la vuelta a la manzana varias veces.
Ahora que lo pienso, el coche de Mildred se llamaba Josephine. Jezabel era el nombre del Pontiac de una amiga de la universidad. No había dado la vuelta a la manzana tantas veces. Pero bueno, no importa. Volvamos a Susan y Juan Carlos.
Susan llevó a Juan Carlos al servicio el otro día. Llegó al concesionario, se acercó a la persona en la recepción y dijo: “Hola. Juan Carlos está aquí para su chequeo.” La mujer en la recepción la miró fijamente. Susan continuó amablemente: “¿El Honda CR-V 2017 a las 13:00?” Entonces la mujer sonrió y dijo: “Oh, señora. Este es el concesionario Chevy.”
Mi hermana, Dale, nombró a nuestra camioneta Rambler de 1960 Old Betsy (Betsy vieja). Eso fue después de 6 años cuando consideramos a Betsy vieja. Cuando nuestro padre la cambió unos años más después (por un Impala de Chevrolet de 1969), a El Hermanito se le llenaron los ojos de lágrimas y gimió: “Voy a extrañar a Old Betsy”.
¿Tu coche tiene nombre?
• Tuve la tentación de comprar el huevo en Vicens para merendar en el tren de regreso. Pero Al no quería ninguno, y yo temía no poder terminarlo solo antes de que se derritiera.
• Plaza de la Constitución, Málaga, la semana pasada.
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Haz clic en las miniaturas.
I haven’t driven a car, let alone owned one, since the 1990s! A school friend of mine, however, had a Mini called “Boris”, then an Austin Allegro called “Herbert”. No idea why. Jx
PS Does that man in the stripes-and-tartan combo not possess a mirror?!
Jon:
My guess is that man even gave the outfit some thought. NOT having a car is great. We lived without for our 3 years in Washington DC and our first 5 years here in Spain.
“Oh, ma’am. This is the Chevy dealership.”
Oops. That is totally something I would do.
I name all my cars. The last car we had was Eleanora, which was Billie Holiday’s real name. Now we have a lovely blue car and so she is called Miss Holiday, though for some reason Carlos calls her ‘Holly.’
Miss Holiday does not like that.
Bob:
SG pointed out that we (probably HE) recently did something like that. I have a vague memory but neither of us could zero in on it — which is fitting I suppose. Of course, you name your cars. I would expect nothing less. SG would probably call her Holly, too, which would drive me nuts.
My current car is the Pandavagon (a white VW convertible with a five foot tall Panda infesting the back seat.) One morning recently I had the top down, and guy pulled up next to me at a stoplight and shouted, “you have a panda in the back seat!” I replied, “Not again!”
David:
Your response to that guy was perfect.
As of yet, our car does not have a name. However, you have got me thinking……..
Jim:
I’m surprised Ron didn’t immediately name the car.
I ‘ve been the proudish owner of a two-year-old Toyota Sienna minivan since June. All you have to do is push the right button to turn her on (just like me). She’s RED! Balder Half found her and bought her for me. I’m naming her Ruby D (her color and my first initial cuz I’m clever that way, heh) . What’s the difference between a sunroof and a moonroof? She has one of those. Joy!
Susan is funny as hell!
Deedles:
That name is wonderful — of course. You’re so clever. A sunroof can open completely or be removed. A moonroof, it it opens at all, will only vent the air. (At least that’s what I know.) Or, in your case, a moonroof is where you stick your behind while Balder Half drives.
It’s a moonroof, so I’m on the job!
My last car was a Honda Fit named Florence.
Steve:
That’s a good name. I have never named a car. I don’t know why.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. I could have finished that chocolate egg snack on the train ride home because I am not an AMATEUR!
Debra:
Yeah, I’m losing my mojo, I think. Although, you’d have to finish it in the first 10 minutes or it would be nothing but mess.
DONE!
In my defense, the 20+ car lots on auto-row all look alike.
Susan:
As they do everywhere. Still, thanks for the story.
Can’t finish that little egg? Amateur!
My current car (Forester) is named Mogo (named after a Green Lantern that is a living plant.) My prior car (Forester) was named Hedwig (of “the angry inch” fame.)
Jeffrey’s current car (Hyundai Kona) is Batson. His prior car (Jetta) was Priscilla.
Sassybear:
Yes, amateur. If someone would pay me, I might be willing to give it a try (no I wouldn’t… although it IS hollow). We had a Forester in the late 90s. Sadly, it was a lemon. We were so proud to own our lesbian car. And I am not at all surprised you guys name your cars… and cleverly.
I’ve never named a car. That said, I have been known to call our Citroën C-3 “C-3PO.”
Wait! We don’t have a C-3. Ours is a C-4. I am so not a car enthusiasts. I think I once commented that IF we had a C-3, we could name it Threepio.
Walt the Fourth:
Oh, just call it Fourpio. We aren’t car enthusiasts either. Helpful that our Prius is simply called a Prius.
Walt the Fourth:
That makes it worth owning a Citroën C-3. (I love Citroën.)
Funny I have a friend Juan Carlos who calls his bicycle Suzie.
Urspo:
That’s priceless.