So were all my cars and most of my bikes in the last 25 years. Tempest is a girl and Germaine is a feminization of German (aka Schwinn)
I miss my cars Bette (1986 Pontiac) and Miriya, a 1987 Midnight Blue non-Eurosport Chevy Celebrity CL (most beautiful car I ever owned) as well as mom's old 1984 Ford Tempo, which got named Matilda Esmeralda (Tillie).
My green four-door 1968 Chevelle was Charlene and my '72 Duster Twister was Candy-O.
But my poor 1983 Chevy Malibu wagon that had a shot carburetor and burned 5 quarts of oil a month was named Annie Oakley (guns always drawn and smoking). When I had her voluntarily repossessed and left her at the bank's lot my dad said she let up one last big puff of smoke and died there.
EXORCISM.
I looked at the service notes and such and found a DRILL SARGEANT did her in.