All these names are great, mine are not so imaginative. Just what came to mind and fits the bike. One of my most prized possesions, my Trek Project One road bike (second one, since I crashed and broke the first one), I call my baby. And she's yellow, so Yellow Baby. My mtb is Clunky, not really her fault. It's mostly my riding that makes her Clunky. But she is a bit heavy and I would love a new, light model. My trusty old road bike is Muddy 'cause she goes out in all types of weather that I won't take Yellow Baby out in. I have a borrowed Cannondale touring bike. Can't name it since it's not mine. If I like it, perhaps I'll have one someday. And that's my bike stable for now. They are all dear to me! And I definitely talk to them (and myself) when I am out riding, especially when I'm alone. Sometimes (on good days) it feels like they are extensions of me so talking to them comes naturally.
annie
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived." Captain Jean Luc Picard