'65 Rivi- "Miss. Rivi", not sure why, but its kinda a sweet/kickass chick car. '58 Chevy Pickup- "The Fifty Eight" or as my wife calls it, that "MoneypitpieceofshitthatIfuckinghateandwillneverrideinandyouneedtosellbecauseIthinkyouloveitmorethanyouloveme" '40 Chevy pickup Parts collection- "No.7", you'll have to wait until its starts to come together to see why.
]Do you have a name for your car? Whats the story behind it? Got the 51 Merc back to Indiana. Searching under the front seat and found some old steel beer cans an an old wadded up popcorn bag from a outdoor drive-in theater. Inside the old popcorn bag was a pair of ladies 50's style grannie panties. Tom called the guy from whom he purchased the car from and told him about the find. Asked him if he had any idea who they might have belonged to. He thought about it for a while and could not even remember how the panties got under the seat, much less who they belonged to. He asked why Tom wanted to know. Tom said that if he knew the name of who the panties belonged to, that was going to be the name of the car. In the end, we just named the Merc "Virginia", since that was the state from where the Merc had come from. The panties are still in the glove compartment and go everywhere the car goes. Wonder if the woman who owned those panties is still alive. It would be interesting to hear her come clean about how her panties wound up in that popcorn bag........
My girlfriend calls my Bel-air Elsa after the actress in The Bride of Frankenstein, I think its cause the previous owner had painted the body black and the roof white. I thought it was kinda "girly" at first cause I had never named a car before, but now its fun and it adds some character. Im thankfull she likes hotrods.
It's more a descritption than a name, but right now the 51 is called "Grandpa's Car", because it was my grandfather's before it came to me. I will not be painting the name in script on the quarter panels or trunk lid. maybe the glovebox..............
fuck a name for my cars,...i build em then sell em. if i was to name one it would be like naming the family cow,....and everyone cries when the time comes...'' dont butcher BEEFCAKE'' NEVER GIVE A NAME TO SOMETHING you dont plan on spending the rest of your life with...lol...(wish i hadent of named my old lady..lol )
Okay, I'll play along here. First time my son and I took my street car (V8 Morris Minor) around the block, he said, "That thing's a little monster!" and it became "Son of Godzilla". My Anglia race car is the "BTU", for British Thermal Unit. My favorite is the HAMBer that named his chopper "My little Pony" (or something like that). Personally, I like names on race cars, but find them pretentious on street cars - mine just stuck and isn't going away...
the topolino is bad atittude because it fits me well....the thames is dry heeves catering service cause it will be the only one
Actually, NO- it was HER idea to build it. She was sick of being the passenger. I have me a wife who supports the hobby (porbably more than me soemtimes...)
my grandmother started calling my 29 orange blossom since its construction barrel orange. i always thought of it as the rotten pumpkin. my 75 kawasaki is called loud and obnoxious since its black with flaming skulls, a half naked girl on the tank and flames everywhere else. plus the unbaffled drag pipe requires ear plugs to ride.
The '63 Ranchero is the "SLUF". For all the ex-Navy guys, they'll get it. For the others it's an acronym for short little ugly fucker. Nik
I call my 34 pickup "my 34 pickup" when being specific, "the truck" when not. Boyd Coddington names all his cars...............
I once had a '66 VW named Ophelia. The original owner tagged her with that name and it stuck. Now I have "The Green Tea" and "Hank". I'm working on Hal. It's all a very long and lurid story. pigpen
My '57 Gasser wagon I'm building is Black Widow Wagon. It's factory black and white like the '57 NASCAR "Black Widows," and the last two guys who owned the 409 before me died (guy who dropped it off at the machine shop, and then the shop owner), and the guy I bought the trans from is dead. It'll be all lettered up with old-style drop-shadow letters on the quarters. I agree with that other post though--I dig race cars with names, but I've seen too many cheezy street car names. -Brad
I have a 31 Chevy that I bought from my Dad.... I'm going to do it up in a gasser style... so maybe "Dad's Bad Gass???"
I posted this once before but sine it came up again here it is. This is actually pretty good.So I found my car in Utah. It was owned by a very nice lady named Laura. I spoke with her on 2 occasions and traded a few emails with her also. I bought the car and paid for it and I asked her to send me the title. She told me she would and I waited for it. After a week the car showed up on the transport but I never got the title. I sent her an email and didnt hear back. I sent her another email and she finally wrote back apologizing for not sending it to me and saying that there was not excuse, but that there was a lot going on in her life and she would send it to me. I told her it was fine and I would let her know when I received it. I had already had the vehicle verified and I was in the process of getting it registered and I found out I didnt actually need the title at all. Weeks past and I never received the title. I got the vehicle registered and I started getting her back into shape. About four months later I received a certified letter from a Cars-Mart used car place in Utah with the title in it. Here is how it reads " Mr.Teague, This was found in my sisters possessions after the accident. I'm hoping I am sending it to the right person. We did'nt know what it was for several weeks after the funeral. I hope this hasn't caused any problems" It is signed by someone but I cant read the name. Apparantly she died just after I bought the car from her. I tried to contact people where the letter came from and ask someone about it to try to find out what happened. No one there could identify the signature and nobody had any idea of what happened to her. I will never know what happened to the very nice lady that I got my car from. Her name was Laura Leigh and now her 1960 Oldsmobile Super 88 carries her name. I hope I did it in a style you like Laura.....
That reminds me of a story... my grandfathers (both of them) are farmers, and always told my older brother and I not to name the cows. Just call 'em all "bossy". Well, we couldn't resist when we were little... like 8-12 years old. So, I helped find a day old little calf that was stuck in the swamp, and carried him out, so I named him "Ben" (after me). Later the next year, I went to my grandparents for a BBQ, and my grandmother asked me to grab a few steaks out of the freezer... I went to the freezer, and it was full of hamburger labelled "Ben" and steaks labelled "Ben"! I thought it was a bit frightening, and haven't named a cow since... Ben
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