Single people sometimes have entertaining nicknames for the boyfriends or girlfriends of their peers.
Writing about greyhounds in the previous post reminded me of a guy named Sam. He was an artist at the newspaper where we worked in another city.
There was a greyhound race track there. (I never went, though I did visit the short-lived greyhound track in Post Falls for a story years later.)
The features editor at that paper never tired of assigning stories on the dog track. And Sam used to mock her by adopting an acid tone and saying with gushing insincerity; "Race dogs go fast!"
Anyway, Sam had a girlfriend widely known as Three Alarm Donna.
I'm not sure how fast she went, but there was a fair amount of speculation.