She's a...

... vegetable...!!?? That's what I am saying, but, that's not what she is. Babycorn, at that. I'll explain.
I have a habit of naming my bikes. My bike, the CBZ was called Natalia. The name was meant for Shalu didi's third daughter. If she ever had one. I whacked it, anyways. I figured that after spawning Nikita and a Natasha she could make do with giving her third daughter a less exotic and non-Russian sounding name.
Good Mornings roll off my tongue a lot easier, good night kisses seem, umm, normal. I mean it is not quite the same kissing your "CBZ" good night. For that matter, imagine saying, " Good Morning CBZ!!" or "Hello CBZ" or "Bye bye CBZ". Yeeeks, its downright disgusting.
After a long time I have another bike that has been pressed into my service - you all well know - the Unicorn. I had another bike before this, Tagu's Pulsar180. I did not name "that", with good reason. First of all, it's not a she, it's a he. "Definitely Male". Yeargh. "Good night Arnold", " Good Morning Arnold!!" or "Hello Arnold" or "Bye bye Arnold", “coochie coo Arnold. I might as well start having black beer for breakfast and liver for lunch if I have to live with that. Other than that she already had a master and undoubtedly a name. Or atleast he should have given her one. So, if I gave her a name she'd end up being one confused bike.
Names do have a impact on the bikes character. The Big Man named one of his bikes "bitch". Bitch with a "b". Not "a bitch". Not "the bitch". Not even "Bitch". She was bitch. And that's what she was. Temperamental, exciting and extremely moody. .. and very bitchy. The story goes thus - she apparently threw The Big Man out of the saddle a day after he decided to let her go for a certain sum of currency. Woof! No wonder naming is such a important ritual.
The name for the Unicorn just came - Baby - (Uni)corn.. hehehe *sheepish grin*... But, it happens to match her personality well. Crisp, tasteless and completely delectable. Truth be told, Babycorn, is a vegetable. Do what you will, she'll never complain or groan. Emotionless, painless, numb just carries on with it. So I'll just count myself as one of the fortunate few since i'm crazy about Babycorns.