Are you in the habit of giving your vehicles names? I’ve got a cute little 4 door hatchback named “Ex”(can you guess the make and model? :D)
Yes. My Mazda 626 is named Ozamataz Buckshank.
Mine are named for Andy Griffith Show characters. Currently I’m driving Ellie Mae Walker.
When I was 12 my Schwinn was named Shadowfax.
My baseball bat was named Glamdring.
Damn I was such a geek.
I used to have an old, small, feeble and well-worn import station wagon. Her name was Gertrude.
Yes, we name our vehicles. I’m currently driving a mossy green 2006 Ford Freestyle named Myrtle. Mytle the turtle.
I always name my cars. People often look at me strangely, but I’m totally okay with that. It all started with a first-generation Excel named Dunkin MacHyundai of the Clan MacHyundai. He survived way longer than he should have, and I think it was because of his name. And the birds he killed.
Over the years, I’ve had Malkier, Isabeaux, Kal-El, Minerva, and my current Prius is named Moiraine.
I never did, until I bought my most recent Jeep, which I immediately dubbed “Big Red”.
The Jeep I had just traded in then became known as “The Green Machine”.
Drove a '68 Merc wagon for about ten years. It was white and predictably known as Moby. (Rare case in that no one ever called it anything else - not “the wagon,” “the Merc/ury,” “your car,” anything. It was first, foremost and always Moby. (Damn, I miss that big old beast.)
Which segues into the summer car being universally referred to, en famille, as the Beast.
My mother’s '68 Mustang, her last daily driver from new off the showroom floor, was always her “Old Man.”
I name my bicycles so that Kevbabe can keep them straight. The names are based on their color, and usually primary raison d’etre:
Marmaload : Large orange cargo bicycle.
Commuturquoise: Turquoise colored commuter.
Blacktop Burner: Black road bike.
Old Red: Red Mountain bike I have had forever.
Grey Ghost: Grey fixie, raised from an old dead Schwinn Super LeTour.
The only motorized vehicle I have named is a Ural motorcycle that I accidently caught on fire while I was working on him. I got the fire out (barely!) and repaired the damage. Since he was raised from his ashes, he is called феникс (Phoenix)
I’ve had a few cars named Rusty.
My Cayenne’s name is “Pepper.” Not the little blonde Pepper from accounting with the great ass but that barrel chested Pepper from the loading dock that’ll make your eyes water if you rub him the wrong way.
My '08 gunflint grey colored Mustang GT is, predictably, Eleanor.
I have a 2001 creaky gold Hyundai XG300 named Edna.
I have, at least in the past.
My first car was a yellow 1981 Plymouth Reliant (yes, yes, oxymoron there). My father thought it’d be funny to get it personalized plates which read “A LEMON”. So, I named it Jack (as in, Jack Lemon).
Second car was a Chrysler LeBaron. Beautiful car, horrible mechanical issues. My then-girlfriend and I dubbed it “Miss America” (gorgeous, but stupid and kind of useless).
Third car was a Mazda Protege. It was “Proty” for a while, until I got personalized plates which read “X WING 1”. It then became “the X-Wing”, as have the two subsequent cars which have worn those plates (a Chrysler PT Cruiser, and now a red Ford Mustang, the first of my cars which really deserves the plates!)
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The novel Coyote Blue (a silly story by Christopher Moore) has a beat-up old clunker car on a Crow reservation named Black Cloud Follows.
Some of them, but the names aren’t very original and pretty mundane.
I sometimes call The Jeep “Filthy Coc&Suc&ing Whore”. Actually, pretty often now that I think about it.
I used to name my cars, but I fell out of the habit a couple of decades back.
Mine are usually named based on the colors, although there have been some notable differences. I’m currently driving the Silver Streak. Prior to it were the White Knight, the Grey Ghost, et. al.
But I used to have a 72 Ford Maverick that was a real sleeper. A friend of mine and I worked on that car big time. On the outside, it looked like a typical Ford pos. Ah, but under the hood were some nice surprises. The 302 engine was tweaked, the tranny was tweaked, and while I was a deputy sheriff, I had red lights and a siren behind the grill. Inside, there was lots of room for storing nasty surprises, such as a 12-gauge shotgun, that were easily accessible and yet invisible from the exterior. Quite likely the best car I’ve ever owned. It was called the War Wagon.
My parents named their cars when I was young. Mom had an orange Chevrolet Chevette hatchback named the Kumquat.