I like to name my cars because I'm a big dork. But it still brings me a small amount of satisfaction for some reason.
In the past, the names came naturally. One day, I read something about alpine wolves in northern Germany, and I immediately thought of my Alpine White 944. From that point on, my little white 944 was "Alpine Wolf".
After I sold the white 944 and bought a Garnet Red 951, I was musing on how even though the 951 was significantly faster than the 944, it felt exponentially heavier than the older car (on which I had performed considerable weight-loss surgery). Around the same time, a friend gave me a gift of a Porsche mug with the "pink pig" 917 on it. At some point, the 951 became "the Purple Pig."
After one particularly hairy incident, the car also earned the name "The Suicide Machine", as a partial ode to both Hunter S. Thompson and Bruce Springsteen.
The MINI Cooper S was easy. A little, grey mousey Cooper with a turbocharged engine? "Mighty Mouse", of course.
I've also owned two Volvos during this span: a silver 740 sedan and a forest green 850 wagon. "The Aluminum Falcon" and "The Viridian Falcon" (respectively) seemed natural fits.
With my Cayman S, though, nothing witty (or "witty") seems to come naturally. Something having to do with crocodiles? Off-shore bank accounts? Its shiny black paint job? My fiancee has recommended a slew of feminine Germanic names ("Greta", "Hilda", etc.), but nothing feels right in the way that, say, "Mighty Mouse" did.
Any ideas?
