One of my very best stories about my car, and one of the reasons I'll never let it go:
Decades ago I was on my way to a job interview. I stopped to get a Coke, and when I got back the car wouldn't start. No relay click, nothing. I popped the hood, checked the battery, started tracing wires, checked the fusible link. Nothing. I got on my back, check the cluster and column wiring, nothing. I started calling the car names. Definitely feminine names, and not at all polite names. I'm yelling at the car, and people are staring at me.
So (and keep in mind, I haven't touched a thing since the last time I tried the ignition), I leaned my head against the steering wheel and said "I'm sorry I called you a ***** and a whore and (expletives deleted). I really need to get to this interview. Please start."
I hit the key and she fired right up. Definitely female, no doubt in my mind.
Sounds like on Gone in 60 Seconds when Nick Cage had to talk nice to Eleanor to keep it from stalling.
I thought this was a continuation of another thread about a guy that made love to like 100+ cars. Whew, glad I don't have to post the car thong picsture again!!!
To me, it's a car, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a personality and a place in our family.
Not a she, not a he, but it's Super Blue to us.
