I have a relatively new car thats already had an engine swap. Nicknamed “the wreck” or “Raset” in Swedish. No, it wasn’t my driving, the shop fucked up, long story.

My other car, an old Renault box van, hasn’t got a name. It looks like it does, but inspiration hasn’t struck yet and it might not ever.

To name a car, the car needs to deserve it, have personality. Not any old car gets named.

As a vixen I’d prefer a small rodent, but men are universally clueless it seems.