Okay, we have to figure out what to call this new clunk in the garage. As you know, the previous occupant of the garage was known as the Dog Chariot, not really a personal name, but evocative enough. My first post-divorce car, a beautiful Camry, was named Katydid, because her license plate number began with the letters KTD.
In Arizona now, one gets to keep one’s old plate. Probably FKW is…uhm…inappropriately evocative, although it is a greeting I’ve been known to hurl at my fellow homicidal drivers on occasion. Okay, okay…a lot of occasions. {sigh}
I’m leaning toward “Murgatroyd.” Why? Who knows? Why do you call your dog whatever you call it? After a few days around the house, the dog begins to take on certain name-like qualities (“Fang,” “Homer,” “Phryne”….whatever) and so you have a name. Similarly, a car, no?
Surely you must have a name for your car? What do you call yours?
Then we have the question of her decorative garment; to wit, her license-plate frame. Just now she has a paper license attached inside a frame stamped with the name of the honored Bell Road Toyota dealership.
I personally feel no inclination to serve as Bell Road’s rolling billboard, at least not for free. You want me to advertise your business? Pony up my ad rate. 😀
How about this one?
Very Arizona, don’t you think? Except we get license tabs each year in return for our hundreds of dollars of registration fees. Those palm tree fronds on the upper right would obscure the things. And that would annoy the fuzz.
Same maker, I think: this is kinda frou and sweet:
That fleur de lis against the black backround at the top center looks kinda like a vampire to me. Wonder if it looks that way to a driver following you?
Mwa ha ha! Here it is!
Cut me off, yuh crazy fool, and the entire U.S. Navy comes after you!
There are a couple with rhinestone bling…not quite tacky enough, though. Amazon is going to have to rise to a new level to sell those things. Or sink, I guess…
Oh, this is good, speaking of tacky: A tattoo license plate!
I think it may be designed for motorcyles, though. What? Little old ladies don’t like tatts?
Oh, god. It gets better and better:
Brilliant! Literally: those are rhinestones all around the outside of the thing. 😀 How could one NOT buy it?
Heh…here’s one made of bobwire, or a convincing facsimile thereof. Right up there with “don’t tread”… Ghost Riders iiiin the Skyyyy….
They have one with shark teeth all around it, but it requires a leap of the imagination to guess what it’s supposed to be…
So what say you? How do you name a pearlescent white Venza? And what should she wear?
weirdly I’ve never named any of my cars – it’s not a thing we ever did?
Murgatroyd seems like a fine name though!
My car’s license plates are still using the dealer’s plate holder – I never bothered switching them out. But I don’t mind terribly – their “motto” is “BE HAPPY” so that’s what my plate holder says – not the worst thing to say to people.
I saw a pretty daisy plate holder though –
http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/vRIAAOSwmrlUsLhP/s-l500.jpg
Hmmmm – I don’t think we’ve ever named a car either – my much loved 16 year old Honda has always just been called “the car.” Of course, my husbands much loved 15 year old Toyota pick-up is known as “the truck.”
We’ve been fascinated with your car shopping experience and more determined than ever to keep out of auto dealerships. Good luck learning all the Venza’s quirks.
My MIL actually has the palm tree one, or very similar. The trees totally cover the registration sticker, but I don’t think anyone has ever bothered her about it in an official capacity. FWIW, though, I think it’d be more Arizona if it had cacti instead of palm trees. =)
LOL! That’s pretty much the truth!
Actually, Arizona does have a native palm tree, the California fan palm, which grows only in a remote canyon on the Kofa Wildlife Refuge, near the southwestern border with California: http://www.americantrails.org/nationalrecreationtrails/trailNRT/PalmCanyon-AZ.html
Too much chance that an Arizona cop would nail you for driving around with your registration tab covered. They hate that. And they’re bored.
LOL! The tatt frame and the CFM pink heels each have only two holes for bolts. The fleur de lys frame has four, and while not quite so flamboyant, it still has a certain tacky flair.
And if the car is actually a Phryne, then surely the fleur de lys would fit. In the absence of an art nouveau frame, of course. Phryne would tend to art nouveau, I think, over fleurs de lys.
Heh. I’m leaning to Phryne, come to think of it. The car is smooth, polished, and sophisticated: definitely a Phryne Fisher over a Murgatroyd. And she has a six-banger: Miss Fisher liked muscle cars. They’re definitely birds of a feather.
Congratulations on your new car! I love Murgatroyd – just because it is not heard much anymore (heavens!). I have always named my cars. I don’t know why as my folks did not. My current is a Honda CRV, the official color is Opal Sage Metallic. So she is “Opie” for short. My son initials are C.R. (Like CRV) – R is for Robert, so her full name is “Opie Bob”. Crazy I know, but it jumped out at me – so there it is. She is even listed on my smart phone as “Opie Bob”. Not a very girly name, but I’m not a very girly owner! Good luck finding out her name! I like the idea of a cacti plate frame – good luck finding one 🙂
Hurrah! So glad to know mine are not the only cars in the world who have names! 😀
Ha ha! “Opie Bob” is too, too good!
Some of us are very weird about our cars, no doubt of it… After 16 years, the Dog Chariot had become very much like a pet. From dog chariot to…dog? I felt really terrible about getting rid of it, just as one feels really terrible about having to put a dog or a cat to sleep.
The CRV: that is REALLY a nice vehicle. It was originally my first choice, when I was thinking about buying one new. They only come with a four-cylinder engine, darn it — around here you really need the power of a six-banger. In some vehicles, a turbo-charged four-cylinder will do the job — and in fact, that’s true of the Venza. But anything that’s any bigger than the Venza at all really does need to have six cylinders to keep you moderately safe on the homicidal highways of Arizona.
I’ve never named a car or bothered with a fancy plate holder, but you make it sound tempting! I like Phryne. 🙂