So a girl walks into a car dealership...

I still remember the first time I saw her. I knew instantly that she was meant to be mine – it just felt right. I took her out for a test drive and then bought her on the spot – a 2001 white Dodge Intrepid! She had a trunk so big I was able to pack everything I owned into her and still had room to spare! (And I am a pack rat, so that’s saying A LOT) Everyone told me she looked like a grandma car (though I thought she was pretty sporty), and within a few days she had a name – Brunhilde, my first car. I basically just thought of the most horrible grandma name I had heard in Germany and christened her thusly. It was either Brunhilde or Waltraut. I think you see why I chose Brunhilde.





Unfortunately it apparently “felt right” because I needed to be tested and tried both mentally and financially. Within a few weeks the check engine light came on and over the course of the next year I spent several thousand dollars trying to fix her – transmission, gear shift, belts, radiator, alternator, mounting brackets, new tires, lights – you name it. After several more repairs to get her ready for the trip, I drove Brunhilde out to the east coast, and she promptly started overheating. (And PS, had it not been for Jake, the family mechanic, I would have spent alot more!! Thanks Jake!)



Figuring I had a real job now, I decided to get myself a new car. I talked about it with my dad on Sunday, and then on Monday was looking on the internet and saw some used Toyotas I wanted to look at. So I hopped into Brunhilde, drove to the dealership, and came home with a BRAND NEW Silver 2007 Toyota Corolla. I didn’t realize how much I loved Brunhilde until I had to hand over the keys (I traded her in). I literally started crying and I think that the dealer thought I was insane. That car was a lemon, but I sure loved her!!

So I drove my new car home, went into my room, and then it hit me – I just bought a BRAND NEW car – complete with BRAND NEW car payment. What was I thinking?! You don’t just go out one night a buy a new car on a whim! Talk about impulse shopping! The thought just really freaked my out and I panicked and stressed about it for several weeks until finally coming to terms with the whole situation and realizing that I was going to be OK.

My car is really great, runs perfectly, and makes a really great sound when I press the gas – vroom, vroom! (I love that sound!) I have a warranty on it, so I don’t have to pay out the wazoo for repairs, and it is much more compact than Brunhilde (she really was a beast), so I can actually parallel park it. Unfortunately with all the stress and anxiety I caused myself when I bought it, I never really got attached enough to give it a name. I have had the car for over a year and a half now, and I think it really needs a name, so I have decided to open the decision up to you all. What do you think would be a good name for my car? (See photos below)