Okay, okay: Thanks to Doug Dolan, we now have a license plate for the Blue Car:
But I am still going crazy trying to come up with a name for the damn thing!
Kelly quickly named the Black Car (former license BLACK Z8) Buffy, just to watch the reactions, and now Buffy the Wonder Car has a license plate: Z8GEIST. We don't really have a name for the Dinan 3, just calling it "the TWUBBL car" (see, it has these twin turbos which can twist your tongue while they get you in trouble; also, she has always wanted to ask, "Officer, am I in TWUBBL?"). And before we started adopting all these stray ZEDATEs, we just called the Z4 the roadster (or woadster, since its plate is a derivative WOADSTR. Jesus, you'd think Elmer Fudd was spawned in our garage.) But now that the place is overrun with roadsters, it seems to be called "my car," as in, "Satch, should we take your car?" (Of course, since the Z4 is now the only car that I actually own, I guess that's legit.)
But I can't just go on calling the blue car "the Blue Car," now, can I? It needs a name, and Ol' Blue won't do unless I chop off the back and make it into a pick-up truck. I am leaning toward Nancy Drew—or maybe just Nancy for short—because that hero of my pre-sullied youth drove a powder-blue roadster.
A little help here, amigos and amigoettes! This car needs a name, and I am plumb out of creativity! Come up with a name before I start calling the damn thing Twinkie or Brad!