I named my car on a road trip down in 2008. From my hometown in Montana down to Denver to Salt Lake City, Sacramento, up the Oregon Coast and back over to Montana.. it's a really long drive, and it was the first of many road trips I took. I figured if I would be spending so much time with just my car, it ought to have a name. (I'd also only had the car for a few weeks at the time, so the timing was right.)
Having discovered the beauty of cruise control while driving the monotonous terrain of Eastern Wyoming, I thought about naming it Cruise. Moments later I started thinking about Tom Cruise and really didn't want people to think I would name my car after an actor I didn't even like... so I figured it would need a different name. I thought about Blain... but the car was smooth, cruisin, and I felt like it deserved something a bit more crisp than a name like "Blain."
So I was playing with words until I said, "Blake." It just seemed perfect - crisp, awesome... Blake. (It may or may not have helped that there was a totally awesome skier guy in my high school named Blake - he may even still do the X-Games, which I found to be pretty B.A.)
Blake and I began our countless amounts of road trips with 45,000 on the car. Nearly six years later and we're clocked at about 117,000 miles. Most of those trips have been just me and Blake, and they've been fantastic.
Yesterday when I stopped my car and ran down a road to get a picture of some mountains (because I love mountains) I looked back and saw Blake looking like the stud he is (yeah, Blake is male). I do not look forward to any day of parting with him, but luckily Subaru Outbacks last quite some time... so I'm looking forward to several more years of adventures with this fantastic car.
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P.S. Here are the mountains I had to stop for... no picture will EVER capture the beauty of them, but even stopping to take a look was worth it.
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