Ooops. I forgot Wanda, a wonderful '56 Buick Special 4-door. She was named for Neil Young’s Kinda Fonda Wanda (“cause Wanda always wanna, wanna, wanna…”) from his rockabilly album.
Bess aka Bessie, aka Good Queen Bess. 85 Mazda 626, drove her across the country and back multiple times, lasted through grad school with no tune-ups or oil changes, and finally went away when it was going to cost more to replace a CV joint than she was worth. I was her first and, I think, only owner.
Phoebe. Plain, no-nonsense '00 Saturn. (Phoebe being one of Saturn’s moons, after all.) Bought when I needed a fast replacement for Bess. No love lost when she got traded in for…
Shadowfax. '04 almost-white Outback sedan. Fast, effortless, AWD, and could maybe be another own-15-years set of wheels.
Lenny Sky Blue 1985 Nissan 200SX, failed to start at random intervals, non-functioning radio, power nuthin’…but oh-so-fun when he did start…
Sparx Gold-Sparkly Black 1996 Saturn SL2, good, good car, still lacking powered amenities, with very occasional electrical issues…I learned to drive a stick with ol’ Sparx…
Telemachus Silky Silver 2003 Suzuki Aerio SX, odd car, but very nice so far…power everything!
Our family’s history of naming cars goes back at least as far as their wedding. Their first car was a pea-green Gremlin, affectionately known as Booger. Booger retired before I came along, I think. What followed it, I don’t know.
My parents bought a red station wagon for our cross-Canada move when I was seven. That was the Dominion-Mobile.
When I was 14, my dad bought a brown Honda Civic hatchback, the kind that were much rounder than anything on the roads today. It was a cranky, cranky car, and we dubbed it The Cinnamon Bear.
When I was 16, he bought an '86 Honda Civic hatchback. It was brand-new, and I told him its name was Bessie. He was okay with that.
When I went off to college, there was a blue Buick, which shall remain nameless, as it frustrated my mother all to heck. Her exact words.
When I returned from college, The Car Who Shall Remain Nameless had been retired, and the Blue Lagoon, a blue Honda Accord with a leaky sunroof, had become my mother’s chariot of choice.
I bought myself an '86 Hyundai Pony about 4 years ago, and shouldn’t have paid a red cent for it. But, it was my first car, and the girls in the youth group I was leading at the time christened it Pegasus. When they were not around to object, I referred to it as My Little Pony, and increasingly, The Shitbox. Not surprisingly, it didn’t like my attitude, and died.
Just before The Shitbox sputtered its last, Dad took me out for lunch, and over to the insurance agent to “renew his insurance.” I looked on in shock and joy as he told the agent he was signing 16-year-old Bessie over to me. I learned to drive standard with Bessie’s help. I love that car.
In the meantime, my brother has a new lady with a son and a car of their own. We asked the four-year-old if they had named their car, and he said “No. Cars aren’t people. Cars are cars. They need gas, not names.” Bro now refers to their car as Car. That is its name. His stepson is thoroughly disgusted.
My first car, a 1980 Toyota Tercel hatchback, was called “The Gerbil”.
The car was an ugly, brown POS, and had absolutely no power at all. One day, when the car was being even more cranky than usual, a friend of mine made a comment on how the gerbils underneath the hood weren’t doing so well. The car became known as “The Gerbil” immediately after that.
A few years later I managed to crunch the front end into the back of a pickup. I couldn’t afford a new car, so I had to replace the hood and fenders. Unfortunately, the only match I could find in a salvage yard (the 1980 model was a bit different than the '81 and 82, and very hard to find) was a light metallic blue. Henceforth, the car became known by the full name of “The Blue-Nose Gerbil”, but I kept “The Gerbil” for short.
My other two cars haven’t really inspired any names. I tried to think of one for the 1990 Acura Integra a few times, but nothing seemed to work. I’ve not tried to come up with one for my current car, a 2003 Lexus IS300.
I got my first car in 2000, a bright, bright green '93 Ford Ranger. I was 16, and I named him Pinky the Flying Jalapeno. Shortened to Pinky. The little truck that could.
Inicidentally, Pinky had the same personality as my horse did. A little slow, but more heart than you could ever hope for. Once we got over our differences (I jumped that car more times than I could count in the first month), we had a wonderful relationship. Lots of talking to that truck, “C’mon Pinky, you can do it! Yeah, go Pinky go!” and we (my best friend and I) used to ‘scratch him behind the ears’ (the front visors), and pet him and tell him to stay in place.
A year ago, I wanted something bigger, and I recieved my grandmothers '99 blue Chevy Lumina. Pinky was handed down to my younger brother, who had just turned 16, and would not call a truck Pinky. I haven’t figured out a good name for current car. As it is, the little truck will be sold soon. So long, Pinky.
I had never named my cars. Yes, that is past tense. In February I ordered a Mini and my MA (motoring advisor) said to me “Of course you’ll want to name your Mini.” 
No, not really. But then I looked through a brochure she had given me. It has a spot for my Mini’s Picture, VIN and NAME. yikes!
So I got to thinking. How do I know if this car I don’t even own yet is a boy or a girl? My Corvettes are without a doubt Female. I’ve never named them. The closest I have come to that is referring to my car as “She.” such as “yup, she’s got some giddy-up to her.”
Anyway, back to the Mini. It felt a bit odd, but I named it Mr. Q. It’s growing on me.
The only car I ever named was a 1974 Beetle. It was that hideous dark green that seemed to be unique to VWs. It was about 50% rust. I called it the Ratmobile.
My parents owned three cars during my life time, all named Betsy. They were a '49 Kaiser-Fraser. a '56 Dodge Regent and a '65 Pontiac Strato Chief, which I technically still own, I guess, except some twit swiped it’s rusty carcass from Mom’s yard back in '96. Hadda use a towtruck!
Mr zoogirl and I have had a number of cars, all named. Lessee,
'77 Chevy -Chocolate Bar
'77 Chevy - The Beast
'8? Ford Zephr Wagon - The Brick
'84 Chevette - Bounce
'84 Acadian - Arky, the only car that was all mine 
'86 Dodge Ram Van - The Island Bobsled
'84 Hyundai Pony - Cherry
And our current girl, an '86 Chevy Cavalier named Squee. Nope, still haven’t made it into the Nineties!
When I was in grad school, I named my new black Honda Civic (quintessential grad school car) “Jellybean”. I have a hard time not calling my current car that (black Celica…I only like black cars.) My girlfriend’s Jeep Grand Cherokee is “Landshark”.
Congrats on your new house, Loaded Dog!
I’ve owned two cars in my life.
1986: A black Dodge Charger I named Grabwell (after watching a ‘Green Acres’ episode – it was the product trademark of resident huckster Mr. Haney).
1993: A red Honda Civic DX Hatchback which I named Red after the eponymous cult-status bartender Louis ‘Red’ Deutsch of New Jersey’s Tube Bar.
Red’s got 230,000+ miles on him, and will be retiring soon.
My wife had an '86 Mercury Topaz named “Gypsy” after the vacuum cleaner on MST3K. I had a '93 Chevy Cavalier named “the Noo Noo” after the vacuum cleaner on the Teletubbies.
Our current car is a '01 Chevy Malibu named “Carson”, because Carson lived in Malibu and I wouldn’t let my wife name him “Barbie”.
One of my motorcycles is “Sarah” because that was the name of a previous owner and all her maintenance records came in a binder with that name written on it. The other motorcycle is “Milo” because that was the name of the salesman I bought it from, and it seemed like it fit him.
Kid, the Younger just reminded me that I forgot his all-time favorite, an off white, '68 Chevy one ton flatbed named Cream. Oops, my bad!
I’m the only member of my entire family who doesn’t name cars. I didn’t realise so many other people did this, maybe I’m the oddball here.
Hey! That’s my bad pun! I’ve called my '74 Chevy Impala (cross between a land yacht and a tank) Vlad the Impala since its acquisition in 1986. (Do you know me?)
Before Vlad, I had a green Hornet I ingeniously called, The Green Hornet.
After Vlad was a Ford Taurus called, Martin, as in Martin of Taurus.
When Martin died, I acquired a Toyota Avalon which I dubbed Oberon. (King of Avalon, the land of faeries and wife to Titania – they appear in “A Midsummer’s Night Dream.”)
Peace.
I’ve got a blue 2002 Taurus named Babe (after the big blue ox), but I give it the Spanish pronunciation (ba-bay).
Happy
I named my old 1992 Honda Civic Murray for some strange reason.
My current car, a 2001 Nissan Sentra SE is Merlin.
I haven’t named my cars in the past, but I have always referred to them as “she/her.”
I just bought a BMW and have named her Augustina.
Not sure why I was compelled to name this one.
I’ve named most of my cars.
First there was The Beast, named with malice of forethought to be completely insulting to the 1980 Dodge Omni. Of course, The Beast took revenge by having the front transaxle seperating on a back road in New England. When I heard from Chrysler that they’d recalled a number of those vehicles for the problem, which we’d never heard about, I change the name from The Beast to Deathmobile. I never liked that car.
Then there was Octavian. She was a '77 Dodge Aspen Wagon. The perfect Boston area driving car. Granted, got 12 mpg highway, but damn one felt safe in her.
After Octavian finally died I did without for a while before getting a second hand '89 Ford Escort. Calafia was a great car. Ran well, excellent mileage. Always got me home safe.
When she died, I ended up buying a '97 Ford Escort Wagon: Mirai who did quite well by me, too. I find a good name makes for a loyal car. 
I had a 1971 Ford Maverick that I called the War Wagon. I drove that thing over, under, around and sometimes through Austin, TX, going in places where the Army would be afraid to drive a tank.
Lately, the cars have been named based on their colors: the White Knight, the Grey Ghost, the POGSmobile (Piece Of Green Shit).