The first automobile I had the use of was a 1940 Chevy two-door sedan. My folks let me drive it when I was a junior in High School, 1953. My Dad bought it new and drove it from Cleveland, OH to Phoenix in 1944, forty miles an hour on re-tread tires. When I got it the running boards and rear fenders had rusted and fallen off. The upholstery was worn and torn so my Mom made slipcovers out of a variety of patterns and colors of upholstery fabric samples. It was not an impressive vehicle
Since that time I think I have owned at least seventeen or eighteen vehicles. Wish I had all the money spent purchasing and operating them still in my pocket.
I’m not certain when we started naming vehicles. The first I can remember was a 1985 Chevy S-10 pickup. The thing always had problems with the fuel injection and oxygen detector systems. It got named “Lurch” for obvious reasons. In 1997 Rosalie decided she would be most comfortable getting in and out of, and driving, a van. The gray Dodge Caravan was the first car we had with her name on the title as the owner. She called it “Gray Baby”, but rarely put more than six or eight thousand miles a year on it. In 2011 we decided to purchase our “last” vehicle prior to being too old to drive anymore. This time we went upscale, a new previous year’s model Chrysler Town and Country, “fully loaded”. Rosalie called her “Gray Baby Too”. I was driving a 2002 Toyota Tundra 4X4 that I called the “Green Monster Truck”. After Rosalie passed I couldn’t get into Gray Baby Too without crying, so I traded her and my old truck for “Big Blue”. Naming vehicles is a little weird, but at least we didn’t conjure a literary reference few people would recognize today. Steinbeck’s truck was named Rocinante (Don Quixote’s horse).