Its name is Smaug. No, not because it spews enough fumes to make the ozone layer vanish and make children cough, and not because it is choked down by smog laws. Okay, maybe a little because of those. It's because it is the massive, lazy beast being awakened by my father's miata (that seemed like Bilbo Baggins somehow(and has an automatic transmission(what's rarer, an auto miata or manual C4(check out these parentheses)))) during a jump start because of a dying alternator. Yeah, so, I soiled the American experience of an old car from Bowling Green with a dorky LOTR reference. There you go. And I never really wanted to name a car to top it all off.