At our place, all the vehicles have names.
There is a story about why my car is named...
...and why this one was named...
...and why we named this one, too.
Now we think nothing of it when we say things like, "You'll need to take Phin, because Jesse is parked behind Gwen."
We all are so accustomed to this that when Prince Charming and I both bought a new set of wheels last weekend, the first thing Miss Helping Hands asked was, "What are you going to name them?"
It took me only moments to decide what to name mine.
The Prince also had his named before the end of the day.
And Saturday morning we pulled over to the side of the road and took this photograph of ourselves...
...while we were out taking my "Porsche"...
...and his "Maserati"...
...for a spin around the local lake.
How can I begin to describe that feeling of power...and speed...and wind in my hair?
It was awesome.