I got my permit when I was 17 years old. My first car was a hand-me-down 1994 Volvo Station Wagon from my great-uncle, and I loved that car for the two years I had it. The first place I drove it to (after home), was Fort Taber in New Bedford. I affectionately referred to the car as "Taber" in honor of that moment. I didn't plan it that way, it just kind of happened.

Kasey Silvia / TSM
1994 Volvo Station Wagon - Kasey Silvia / TSM

"Taber" died my sophomore year of college (yes, I teared up). A year later, my great-aunt sold me her 2004 Chevy Malibu and she served me well for the four and a half years I had her. "Fay," was named after Fay's Restaurant in Dartmouth because it was the first place I drove her to. I decided to keep the tradition I'd started back in 2009.

2004 Chevy Malibu named "Fay" after Fay's Restaurant in Dartmouth Kasey Silvia / TSM
2004 Chevy Malibu - Kasey Silvia / TSM

Then it came time to trade in my beloved "Fay" for a new set of wheels. I picked up this Hyundai Tucson last night. This morning, I drove to the Padanaram Bridge (well, close enough) in Dartmouth to watch the sunrise with my little brother. Everyone say hi to "Bridgette!"

2017 Hyundai Tucson named "Bridgette" after the Padanaram Bridge in Dartmouth - Kasey Silvia / TSM
2017 Hyundai Tucson - Kasey Silvia / TSM

Yesterday happened to be "National Name Your Car Day," so I see it as a good sign that I got her last night. However, I know some people think it's crazy that I even bother naming my cars. Just wondering if I'm the only weirdo out there (for this reason, anyway)?

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