One week ago, my wife’s sister (and sister’s husband) gave me an old car. It’s a 1992 Mazda MX3 and it runs pretty well aside from an as yet unexplained oil leak, and a tendency to threaten death when coming to a stop while running the a/c. And as you can see from the photo, the paint job leaves a bit to be desired. The paint trouble appears to be a manufacturing defect and is mostly just the top layer. After 25 years and nearly 270k miles of life in the desert, it seems to be doing fine. Handles beautifully and is fun to drive. Surprisingly peppy for a four-banger and very agile on curves and such. The hardest part is trying to get in and out of the thing. When standing next to it, the roof comes up to about my naval… and I’m only about 5’7″. Anyway, when the car came to me it had been affectionately known as Spot for reasons I’m sure you can determine. While cute, this seemed to me to be inadequate to the task because it seemed to me that the paint was not flaking off in spots, but in large patches. A couple other names soon came to mind:
>>>Doc, after Patch Adams… fun, but not quite right. plays on the missing patches of paint. And the more obscure reference to the famous dwarf seemed appropriate due to the height of the car.
>>>Paint, because of the resemblance of the patches to the patterns on a painted pony… a little more fun, especially because of the obvious reference to the defective paint.
“What is a good name for a patchy car?” I muttered aloud while enjoying speeding along a curvy road. Hearing myself made the light bulb go on. A patchy car… Apache chief.
Please join me in welcoming the newly christened Geronimo to the family.