Has Your Bike Got A Name?
It’s funny how we do this, isn’t it? Start off with inanimate objects, yet before long we’ve attached all sorts of anthropomorphic characteristics to them. It starts by simply refering to ‘it’ as ‘he’ or ’she’, and before you know what’s happening, this thin end of the wedge has opened you up to all sorts of strangeness. ‘She’ gets a personality . . . and finally, a name.
Those are our bikes up there in the banner picture, and they’ve all got names:
- Wilf, my Sturdy Commuting Bike, is named after Wilfred Owen. I’ve no idea why - it just seemed right & proper
- Trixie’s a fixie. And a bit of a minx to boot
- Christine started out as Gina (she’s a Giant bike), but after she tried to kill me in each of the first three races I did with her, I decided that she was like that car in the Stephen King book
- Flash belongs to my Daughter . . . and has a sparkly, glittery saddle
- Daisy . . . well there’s that whole thing with the song
- Lilac is Wife’s bike and is, well, lilac. Wife also grew up on farms, where they had cows. Lilac is a good name for a cow, so maybe there’s some bovine memory stuff there too.
Or are we just uniquely unhinged in this?
Turns out that this exact question was posted on The Fredcast just three days ago. This is either evidence that great minds think alike, or that fools seldom differ, or just one of those bizzarre coincidences that makes me wonder if I am in fact being controlled by forces beyond my comprehension! Once you’ve left a comment here, why not pop over to The Fredcast to see further evidence of this sort of unhingedness (’cos it turns out that we’re not alone in naming out bikes).