I named mine "I don't believe this ******" when she stopped running one night at the recent Georgia Rally. I had left my cell phone in my riding pants at the motel and was traveling alone to get some "supplies" for the evening. Before breaking down I was carrying the "supplies" to load up for the trip back to the motel and realized I had left my saddlebags at the motel. I asked the clerk to hold them, the "supplies", until I returned and took off for the saddlebags. It was on that leg of my adventure that I named my bike.
