Do you name your vehicles?

This is the one I drive the most. Her name is Atalanta. (+rep to whoever knows who Atalanta is without googling it).

 

We have a f350 the is called Big Red and F250 that is called Mini Me and a toyota corolla that is green in color and is called Sea Biscuit.

 

When you work away or drive a lot you come to rely on your car, you form a relationship.
I call all my cars by name and thank them when i get home from a big trip.

it can't do any harm?

 

^^^^^ I love it!

 

Raised, green f150 named Bertha.
Blue Harley named Lucille.

You're close! She's the reason I'm getting a tattoo of a golden apple on the back of my calf after I finish my first marathon.

No harm at all. I cheer mine on when the turbo kicks in.

 

Of course I do! She always has to have a name that has the same first letter as the model or make of the car. (example: Audra Audi, Jane Jetta)

 

Gotta Love Turbos.

 

Cute! :daisy:

Hells yeah.

 

That is the only time a little whinning sounds good.

 

You're just missing the story!

 

Haha. No doubt about that

 

Isn't the story something about a Virgin?

 

I haven't since I was teenager. I "helped" name my husband's new Silverado, Marv, after Marvin the Money Boss. He's only had Rams up until now, and they've all been Herb.

For my own cars, I had a 90 cavalier when I was 17. It's name was Ole Blue, creative I was not.

 

She did vow to be a virgin. She challenged any man who wanted to marry her to a foot race. If they won, she was theirs, if she won they would be killed. She would throw golden apples during the race to distract them.

Lol that's awesome. When I was a teen, I had an old dodge shadow that was named The Green Machine. The name was fitting, and there were many a near death experience in that thing!

 

I've had Roxy and Stella....I named my current car but I can't remember the name

 

Lol you've named a car after me. Different spelling though.

 

Now we know your tricks....

Watch out for the golden apple, boys!

 

:devil:

 

Atalanta was supposed to have been of Boeotian descent; the story of her birth and being left to die is a very common mythological element to the formative years of great and legendary people. See Herodotus account of the Persian (half Persian and half Medean) born Cyrus (i.e. known to history as Cyrus II 'the great') who was born to his grandfathers (Astyages, king of the Medes) daughter and a Persian (whom said king paired with his daughter for treaty purposes); this king feared his lineage going to a Persian (according to a dream vision he had, which was later confirmed by the Magi) and so he left the child with his most faithful servant Harpagus to kill by leaving him exposed on a hillside in the most dangerous forest. Harpagus had not the heart to do it, and so he called on the herdsman and farmer Mitradates (a Mardian) to do it for him, warning him that he would send men to view the body within three days in order to confirm that it was truly dead.

Now Mitradates brought the baby home and showed it to his wife, Cyno (literally 'bitch') to whom he told the whole story, ending by telling her that he couldn't bring himself to do it either. As fortune would have it, Cyno had been pregnant and had just given birth but the baby was stillborn, and so Mitradates exchanged the royal garb and adornments that the infant Cyrus was wearing for peasant wrappings and adorned his already dead baby and brought it to the location he was ordered to. Ten years would go by before this trick was discovered, when the young Cyrus was made 'king' while playing with the other children of his village and had his subjects punish another boy for refusing to follow orders. This other boy was the son of a wealthy man and the complaint was brought up before Astyages, and Mitradates and Cyrus were brought before him, and Astyages recognized that the boy was very much unlike his father in appearance. Long story short, Harpagus was brought before him and the truth was discovered; Cyrus was sent to his real parents (as the empire he was to take over, according to the dream, was discerned by the Magi to be the 'play empire' the children invented), Harpagus was forced to eat his own son's flesh in secret, and later in life when Cyrus had grown, Harpagus conspired with him to usurp Astyages, which Cyrus ultimately did, to go on to become Cyrus II the Great, ruler of the most vast and ruthless Persian empire the world had ever known, and this is the background story which by concentric circle storytelling, Herodotus brings 'round full circle to describe the beef that Croesus (king of the Lydians, the final ruler of the dynasty established by Gyges, whose background story is even more peculiar) had with Cyrus, as Croesus was on friendly terms with his grandfather, the vanquished Astyages, who spent the remainder of his life a prisoner, taunted by Harpagus, the former servant who was fed his own son for betrayal.

 

^^^ that was exquisite. You have a rep coming your way!

Now I have to go find the rest of the story about the bears, then the return to her father and such. Love it.

 

That was entirely written from memory, by the way. Clearly I have a deep love of ancient Greek culture and mythology, though I'm far more interested in the "realistic" reports as told by the likes of Herodotus and Thucydides, Xenophon and Antiochus.