When the Mrs. & I got married, she came with a 1-ton Ford truck she had dubbed Moose. After a sheriff’s deputy rear-ended me & totaled Moose, it was replaced with a 2006 Chevy 1ton Duramax that has been dubbed The Beast, she tows camper & 21’ boat like an absolute animal.
Have a (now back-up) Chevy Tahoe, sort of a purplish-maroon shade that I named The Grape Ape.
Her current car, a 2014 Chevy Equinox is simply the Ox - named by me because it was both easier to say, and a nod to John Entwistle.
When our son was growing up we had a white Chrysler van that my wife mostly drove. It was named Vanna White. I had a white VW Golf which was named Heebee White (He Be White) named after the author of Charlotte’s Web.
Our son would take a lunch to school. Usually Mom put a sticker on the sandwich bag. One set of them were glow-in-the dark ghosts which the kid would peel off and put on the dash. Now this yard a quirk which, if I recall correctly, was when you put on the flasher and the turn signal and the windshield wiper at the same time, the horn would sound so we took to calling the stickers, Heebee’s “ghostly beepers” which of course was soon shortened to Heebee geebees.
The car I drive is still called Heebeem, but he’s had two “face lifts” since then and is now a 2004 Jetta station wagon.
Our son now has a Ford truck named “Han” after Harrison Ford. His car is Obie because it is a Jetta (Knight).
My car in college was a Ford Fairlaine I had painted lime green.
I loved that car. His name was Morris.
After Mr VOW and I got married, my daddy loaned us the money to buy a car. It was a Volkswagen Beetle, and we named him Alvin, which was my father’s middle name.
At one time or another, we have owned a little red car. One was a Ford Fiesta, the other was a Ford Festiva. They both were called “The Scooter.”
I haven’t named my trucks, while I had them. My previous truck, I now call “Our Dearly Departed” because it got totalled when it got rear-ended (bending the frame). The previous truck to that I call, “Still on the Road,” because I sold it in town, and after 20 years (and now three owners) she is amazingly. . .wait for it. . . Still on the Road.
My current truck I haven’t named, but I do have “configuration” names for her. This past week was in “Snow Control” configuration (extra weight in the back), but when we go camping, she transforms to “Conestoga” on account of the pop-up tent I have for the bed.
My (extremely late) mother was what we’d now call a petrol-head. In about 1957 (when I was 6) she was given or lent a useless thirty-year-old ‘sports car’ : a 1924 Alvis 12/40 which was called ‘Jemima’, with the name in gold leaf in script on the sides of the scuttle. It had a 1500cc sidevalve engine, probably about 25 bhp, artillery wheels, no front brakes and a dickey-seat in which I was frequently allowed to make quite long journeys.
As a result I became a petrol-head too. I’ve never named a car since, but I now have a useless thirty-year-old ‘sports car’ of my own : a 1990 TVR 290S3 which I struggle not to call ‘Jemima’ in memoriam.
I personally haven’t named any of my cars but a friend of mine (who is no longer with us) used to name them. My old crappy Nissan pickup truck was the “Bondo Bandit”, and an old Buick that I had was the “Bronze Bomb”. The Dodge Dakota pickup that I replaced the Nissan with was the “Blueberry”.
For a while I had an old Chevy Monte Carlo that my family nicknamed “the Uncle Buck Car”. If you’ve seen the movie you can imagine what the car was like.
The first car I ever bought for myself was a 1975 Mercedes 4-door sedan. This was in 1997 and I was her second owner. I named her ‘Janis’. My current ride is a red 2015 Kia Soul I call ‘Paprika’.
