This one, I suppose, requires a bit more explanation.
The car I currently drive is an '08 Chevy Impala. Because the paint job is midnight blue, and because it has a . . . prodigious trunk, I decided to name it Midna.
Midna and I had a bit of a mishap recently. >_>; Was driving a bit too fast on one of the local roads, and didn't notice the tiny little red car stopped in the middle of the road until I was almost on top of it. So I slammed on the breaks, swerved onto the curb . . . ripped a gash in the tire . . . and cracked the wheel rim. @___@;
(In case you're wondering, little red car got away without a scratch. I don't even know if they noticed my squealing tires or collision with the curb. And I'd still love to know why they were at a dead stop in the right lane with their left turn signal flashing, rather than being in the actual turning lane which was -quite- empty.)
So, as a result, Midna's been forced to get around on a spare-tire "donut" (which I consider the equivalent of a temporary prosthetic for cars) until the shop can order a replacement wheel.
As you might guess, she's not very happy about this.