If I remember my mythologies correctly, the phoenix is a creature that rises triumphantly from the ashes of its predecessor.
Recall that my car recently (and spectacularly) burned to a crisp. Ouch. With insurance check in hand, I set out to find a replacement — generally looking for one of similar vintage, color, mileage, etc., because I had loved the old one and hoped to keep it forever. Well, I’m back on the road. Crazy part? The replacement I found is the hotrod version (SL55), so I’ve got (pointlessly) 493 horsepower raring to go, which will really come in handy with my drag racing. I guess I’ll name it Phoenix. (Are cars supposed to have girl names like boats? And is Phoenix a boy name or a girl name anyway?)