“Hi, I’m Audi Aw.”
“Hello, I’m Lexus Loo.”
“I am Mr Chia, Porsche Chia”.
These hypothetical introductions are inspired by real-life encounters, most of which happened in Hong Kong, where young executives seem to like weird English names – vehicular or otherwise. I once met a guy there named Bachelor. I wonder if he ever got married, or stayed single all the way.
It’s okay calling your dog Rover or your cat Jaguar. Loveable creatures deserve adorable names, and pets can’t possibly choose their own names anyway. But people can, and should do so within reason.
As a car fan, I understand perfectly if your beloved motorcar has a nickname like Baby, Sweetie or Precious. And as a Beatles fan, I would recommend John, Paul, George and Ringo anytime as good boy names. But not so good are the automotive aliases mentioned earlier.
Still, the examples given are not the worst that could be thought up. How about Nissan’s Sunny, Cedric and Serena? Or Citroen’s Picasso? And imagine someone by the name of (Renault) Kangoo Kan, or (Opel) Astra Boey.
“Pleased to meet you, I am Kia Soo.” Oh, no!
By the way, my new alias, courtesy of Chevrolet, is Captiva Ting.