My truck is officially a bucket. It completely hurdled the hooptie stage when the transmission rolled over and died on me. Still blessed, tho'. On the coldest day in the DC Metro area in the past seven years, I could have been anywhere...I was less than a block away from my best friends house when it happened. God is good. Am I upset? Not really. During my unemployment period, I didn't have one mechanical problem with her (my truck, that is). Wherever I needed to be or get to for whatever reason, my truck never faltered. She's tired...I'm sad a bit, we did some wonderful things my truck and I. Many moves to various poetry spots, went to see family on my schedule, able to help friends get home safely, a little cut up in the back (hahaha)...everything a first automobile should be for a young man. Now, the verdict has to be delivered and I have to decide if I want to go along with it. In other words, I'm sure they'll tell me I have to get a new transmission and throw out some exorbitant price ($1,700- $2,000). Question is, should I pay knowing it's an older vehicle, or should I abandon what we have (me and my truck, that is) and buy a new joint off of whatever money I can get from a trade in? Ahhh, questions, questions, questions...
Question: Why do folks tend to refer to their automobiles as females, and even go so far as to name them with a feminine name?