Let it choose it's own name. Cars have a way of doing this as time goes on, something just ends up popping into your mind like "Oh shit! This is perfect!".
My 03 Grand Marquis is "Angry Grandpa" because I put dual magnaflow exhaust and a police tune and heavy duty suspension on it but it looks like a grandpa still drives it...
Hubbys Crown Vic is "Windy" because it's the mid 90s super aerodynamic style...
My Old Volkswagen Passat was "Adolf" because it was an evil german bastard...
My 65 Chrysler is "Christine" because everyone thinks it is evil, and it has fender skirts so it has to have a girl name.
The 72 Caddy Hearse I once had was named "Rob" (like Rob Zombie or Robbing the grave/my wallet).
My 1982 Ford F150 is "Brick" because it's a frickin box that weighs 3 tons and will never die (was originally gonna be called "rusty" because the bumpers were super rusted, but there was no rust anywhere else and replacing the bumpers with shiny non rusted ones defeated that name).
Let it choose it's own name. Cars have a way of doing this as time goes on, something just ends up p
