Back in the day a friend of mine had a blue shit box I don’t even remember the make or model of now. Let’s call it a vauxhall (Opel/Buick in the rest of the world) Cavalier with constant issues. It was close to Tardis Blue, and due to its problems and unreliable nature, and it being a different time where insensitive names were the norm, he called it the re-tardis. Not proud, but it is a memory.

I have had two Sonatas, despite being musically inclined I have never called them a musically inspired name. The first one was lied to me by the stealership (used inventory from trade in, off-brand) that it was a limited edition, an L.E; so we called her Ellie.

Sounds like a medicine I shouldn’t take before asking my doctor if it’s right for me.