My GPX was 'little red.'
One of my lovely childhood friends has decided after sitting on my SV to call it my 'big blue vibrator' I'm not entirely sure I approve![]()
My second bike was called The Bitch... constantly breaking down, causing me grief and draining my funds... BITCH!!!
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
Scoot named herself. If she's not within hearing distance, she sometimes get referred to as the evil bitch.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
My partners 1125R is refer to as "the mistress", We both thought this suited since i was the misses and the only other woman in his life.
That is unless you count our 13 year old daughter, lol
In fact you raise a very interesting question.
Why 'do' folk name inanimate objects, especially those which transport them?
The most obvious are boats; followed closely by aircraft...although their names are also a legal requirement. Ergo, a helicopter might be HDY. Hotel Delta Yanky. The owners. and all who know 'her'...it's interesting that most aircraft are seen as female.... will call 'her', Delta Yanky.
'You taking Delta Yanky up today? Well, be nice to her. There's a bit of a whine if you pull the collective up too hard."
Like my glider was GCP. The G was for Glider. The CP was Charlie Papa. But 'she' was Charlie Papa during all references.
Personally, I think it's all to do with mankinds fear that, in fact, we're here for no purpose whatsoever, and the fear that engenders. And so we create various Gods and mini-Gods and have intimate relationships with both animate and inanimate creations.
Pet-owners tend to imbue their pets with human personalities. It's known as anthropormorphism. Ergo, work at it long enough and you'll be swearing that you dog, cat, mouse, lizard, or sabre-toothed tiger, understands English...notwithstanding those who talk to their pets in Yiddish or Greek.
It's a fear-reduction thing, I think. The fear that were here, putting up with wall-to-wall shit for no reason.
I do it myself. Every day, when I plonk Team Zimmerframe in the garage, or end a race or track-day, I always give her a pat and say, 'Thank you'.
I think human beings need to have something outside their immediate control to which they can genuflect....It's like there's some mysterious power which, if given the correct flattery, will carry us on our way.
It's totally stupid, but it sure make you feel better, if you're that way inclined; which I am, a bit.
But we are all infants in a rich history of ignorance. Hell's teeth, there's still folk who believe in creation and an omnipotent saviour.
The evidence to the contrary does not disaude them one bit...... War, pestilence, the death of the child.
I think we humans need to belive in something because we actually have no fucking idea why we're here in the first place, doing school, and all that attracts, then marriage, mortgages, debts, issues, make-work challenges, like going fast on a bike, for example. The whole Kaduza.
Why do some men want to climb Mt Something when any putz with enough money can get there in a helicopter and get to the same place in minutes?
Why do some want to sail around the world, pitting their lives against the elements, when you can do the same trip in a jet?
Personally, I think the underlying reason we all do mad-fuck things is; we have no other purpose for being here, and so we may as well get our rocks off while we can, and pay some sort of homage to something while we do it.
We're all like ants crawling over a mound of sugar. Some enjoy the crawl. Some enjoy the sugar. But we do all these mad-fuck things we do for no other purpose than personal acheivement.
And at the end of the day, what does it all mean?
Nothing.
And it is that understanding which drives the many to find some temporary purpose while we live and breathe, and hope there is a purpose, and hope there is 'something' some great power...like naming our bikes might attract.
My attitude being, while I live and breathe, then I'm up for hell on wheels; on account of that's where I get my rocks off.
There is NO purpose to life other than to enjoy it while you have it.
And if just one of you comes back with 'God' I shall set Sinfull on you.
Only 'Now' exists in reality.
Do you think our bikes give us names, too?
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Not sure why people fell the need but each to their own I guess, the closest mine gets to a name "the 14". Oh and I used to call the Thunderace "the Ace", un-imaginative but meh..
Well, if I do not give them names, how is the right one to know to come when I call it in the morning?
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
I'm not sure if I would actually consider Hotel Delta Yankee a name as such. It's no different to a car/bike registration plate really, it's just that (generally) you don't have six almost identical car/bikes out in the shed to choose from.
"I'm going out in the Robinson R22" doesn't really work if you have seven of them at the training school. "I'm taking out the Bell 412" probably wont' have the same issues though.
Can't say I've ever named any of my bikes. They've all just been "the bike", I guess I'll have to be more creative once I own more than one.
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