Sticks and stones may break my bones but nick names will never hurt me.
I’ve never been a member of that group of people who quickly personalise their vehicle with a pet name.
From my teens onwards commencing with pedal bikes, Lambretta, motorbikes, Morris Minor split screen, mini van, Fords, Rovers, Vauxhalls, Citroen, Renault, Peugeot etc and including the Mazda Bongo I’ve never allocated a personalised name, it was just car, van bike etc.
For some reason there has grown a need to name our Hymer, we have toyed with a variety of names such as snail/ escargot, because it carries its home on it’s back. To Chuck, because we chuck everything in it, plus for those old enough to remember cowboy films or the TV programme Raw Hide, there was always a chuck waggon on the cattle trail carrying the essentials.
It appears many people go for a rhyming name, I tried to avoid this but kept being drawn to the name Homer. Homer the Hymer.
The other half wasn’t too impressed at first ( but I sweet talked her around by allowing her two pairs of shoes in the Hymer) slowly the idea has grown on us and it seemed fate when I noticed on its number plate that it was plated by a garage called Simpsons. (Homer Simpson).
Also I kept referring to the writing up of our journeys as The Odyessy. At this point I should point out that the other half has said that in agreeing to use the name Homer she intends to pull rank and when we have a dog call it Mavis, regardless of its sex.