I like cars.  All kinds: sleek new ones, antiques, muscle and even some hooptys.  I often get distracted while driving if I see a particularly cool car.  The other day I was thinking about the way auto makers name them...

Auto companies choose names to imply power, speed and other attributes we might want in a vehicle.

Take the Ford Galaxie... It was built during the time of the space race. A mid-sized car that was perfect for the atomic family.  They offered a hard top convertible so you could see the sky so many people were interested in at the time.

Then there's the Mercury Cougar... It's sleek and fast.












Cherokee-it's tough and can go into wild terrain.

 The Pinto it was small but got the job done (just don't get rear-ended.)  My family had one of these when I was in high school.














One of my favorites is the Plymouth Fury. If you've read or watched the Stephen King classic Christine, you know that was one pissed off car.  I think It's a beautiful car and daydream about finding one to restore.










Some of the names seem like throw-aways like the Plymouth Champ.  It was a compact car made to challenge the Ford Escort or the Dodge Omni.
    
Most of the names fit... but what were they thinking when they named the Gremlin?

The word gremlin is defined as a mischievous creature. I think of the monster under the bed.  This car was not a monster it was actually a great car for the money at the time.
I LOVE AMC cars.  My first car-that I bought from my Grandma was a 1979 AMC Spirit.  It was a color somewhere between maroon and brown and had the wide stripes.


I stole all the photos used in this blog from all over the internet-mostly Wikipedia and Google images.