Many car and motorcycle enthusiasts do, myself included. But not always. For me, a name has to flow, never forced, fit the machine itself or it's character. Of all the motorcycles I have owned, only one was christened; my Honda ST1300. With it's big V4, it was a rocket ship for a Sport Touring bike. Torque monster that she was, I could lug the engine down to 2000 RPM in 5th gear, whack open the throttle, and she would jump to warp speed. Only one name was fitting for her: The beaST. The one truck I ever had, a Ford Explorer, was given a name by my wife. Even before the Ford aged and became a money pit, my wife called it the Ford Exploder. "Babe, can I borrow the Exploder today?" The name stuck. I never had a vehicle where I tried to come up with a name, until now. When I brought home my Mazda Miata, my wife asked me what I was going to name her. "She's awful cute. How about cutie pie?" Really? It took two years and a road trip on the Blue Ridge Parkway to summon up a suitable name. Our lodging in Bedford, VA was the Peaks Of Otter Lodge, right on the BRP. On day two, we took a hike up Sharp Top Mountain, accessed right from POO property 😁 . Once at the summit, the views are outstanding. From our vantage point, we could see down to the lodge and the parking lot. Visible in the lot were five cars side by side, my Miata being one of them. They all looked very small. I said to my wife, "check out our Miata and the cars in the lot. They look like a set of matchbox cars." Light bulb! We both looked at each other and said, "That's it! Matchbox! That's her name!" The name stuck. To this day, she's known as Matchbox. Even when my driving buddies call to go for a drive, it's "Hey. Wanna take Matchbox for some exercise today?" Fits her perfectly. What is your vehicle's name history?
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