Did you have to memorize poems for English classes when you were in, like junior high or middle school? Or if not English, whatever your native tongue happens to be? I did. And some of them got lodged in there so hard I still know them. One of them is Invictus by William Earnest Henly, (no relation to the shirt) and that poem goes hard. It’s a badass poem, the kind of thing you can recite to yourself when you’re picking yourself up off the ground, making it look worse than it is, before, whammo, you leap at that motherfucker and make him pay. There was a Buick that (just about) shares a name with the poem, and it definitely looks the part.
The name of the Buick was derived from the same Latin root as the poem title, and is just the feminine form of the same word. So I’m counting these two as nomenclature-siblings.
Let’s recite the poem right now, why not? Stand up, wherever you are (if you’re currently piloting a plane just do this over the intercom, but you can stay seated) and boldly belt out the following:
Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance      I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance      My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears      Looms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years      Finds and shall find me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,      How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate,      I am the captain of my soul.
Actually, I find this styling far more feminine. Perhaps it’s all the flourishes, like somehow multiple different patterns of lace had to be combined to decorate it.
I just want to run may hands along this car’s surfaces.
Person killed by this car: Invictim
Owner whose Buick is repoed: Evicta
Thief in prison for stealing it: Convicta
Deserved by the stylist who thought a car needed FRONT fins: Invective