Alexander the Great had Bucephalus.
Napoleon had Marengo.
Roy Rogers had Trigger.
Great men. Great steeds. Coincidence? Of course not. Great men ride great beasts, and Ian, Matt, and I are no exception. Thus, without further ado, I present our chariot (careful not to look directly at it, lest you get destroyed like when they opened the Ark of the Covenant in Indiana Jones):
Awwww yeah. That’s a nice ride. Not enough for you? BAM!!!
Stick a few oversized dudes in there, toss in some camping gear, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for a Mongol Rally Stew. Extra spicy.
To answer your question: no, we haven’t named it yet. You can’t rush such important things. How will we know when it’s the right time to name it? Oh, we’ll know.
-Jon, Matt, and Ian