My neighbor’s car was Lurch.
My car was Ol’ Paint.
Best car I ever had was a '63 Ford Galaxy named Isaac. I’m STILL mad at my father for selling that car while I was off at college; otherwise, I’d probably still be driving him today.
Man, I hope I’m not weird because I name a lot of stuff (including my laptop (Wordsworth), my old backpack (Dirque), even the two fossilised bleached bees stuck in the seal of my rear windshield (Bruce and Bernard)).
My first car was a 1984 LeBaron ( :: sniff ::, if I could find another one exactly like it, I’d buy it in a heartbeat); her name was Mitz, stemming from the fact the engine was Mitsubishi.
My current car is a 1991 Dodge Shadow America (meaning: bargain basement, heh). Her name is Stella. I debated for a bit between “Stella” and “Frankie the Wonder Car”, although Stella would be a she no matter what.
And yes, most of the time I actually use her name. I don’t call my car an ‘it’, she’s a she (although I probably got that from having a mechanic for a dad and working as a garage tech for 3 years in high school). “Stella needs to get her oil changed”, “Goddammit, Stella’s gasket needs to be replaced!”
My mom had a 1973 Plymouth Duster that we called “The Pan”. Get it? Duster -> dust pan? Ha ha ha! Or not, but we still liked it. 
Well, my first was Baab Saab. Baab self-immolated in a car wash: Went in one end fine, came out the other in flames. Despite the water.
Next was Rolf Golf. Rolf was a bad year for VW.
Then Dolph Golf. Dolph was another bad year for VW.
Now Henrietta Jetta. My first girl car. A good year for VW.
:eek: I call my car ** Blue Lurch **. I didn’t know there was another out there! I wonder if your neighbor’s car was named after the same annoying habit my car has–when I take my foot off the brake after parking her, she lurches forward a few inches. Where I got the “Blue” part from is probably more obvious.
Hope you don’t mind me saying that’s hi-larious.
Hmmm, I’ve had five cars now, and they’ve all had names.
Turtle was a Jetta/physical embodiement of all evil in the universe (I was never sure which). My first car, which is still seen driving around on occasion.
Next up was Elmo the Accord. This one took a long time to name and never really stuck all that well.
Then I got Tick, who is a Cabriolet. This one is the only one to be named on the way home for the first time. Sometimes objectified to The Tick or Mr. The Tick.
Continuing with the VW trend, my late, lamented Beetle was named Octi.
And my most recent car is a GTI named Gretta.
I named Mr. Ben’s car Otto after he refused the honor.
I’m more likely to refer to my cars by their names, even to some mechanics. Mr. Ben will call the cars by their names selectively – family/friends, yes, mechanics, no.
Hey, my family had a Honda named Fenry! :eek: How about that. My brother and I got into an accident with Fenry and he was never the same again. His replacement was named Phoebe.
My husband and I drive a light green pickup, retired from the Oregon forest service. His name is Lukey. Lukey got his name when we were driving to Newfoundland and listening to Great Big Sea. (“Lukey’s boat is painted green…”)
I have to think that anthropormorphizing our vehicles like this has its drawbacks. I know I’m far too attached to Lukey and I’ll be devastated when he passes to the great scrap yard in the sky. A good truck is like a member of the family.
My Cabrio is simply Der Wagen (with appropriate German inflection, of course).
I’ve had three Toyota Corollas, and all were named something relating to their color. The first one was the Bean Car, because it was the exact shade of baked beans; the second one was a pale gold, and so became the Golden Chariot. My current car is a light blue, so I call her Blue Belle to be sure she feels happy and stays nice to me, i.e., keeps running. 
I also have names for the computers I use (need to have them, actually, so they can be seen easily on the network). My PowerBook is Samson, and my G4 is Delilah.
My wife’s Honda is named Phoebe. Whaddya know.
My folks named their cars, Betsy for their Nova, Kermit for their green VW bus, Brunhilde for the orange VW bus, and Leo for the Peugot. I approved of the tradition, but somehow didn’t name my first car. My second, a brand new shiny black Honda, I didn’t name until I met my wife. She insisted it needed a name, and suggested all sorts of bad names. I rejected them all, and told her my car was unnameable…at which point we decided it would be Hastur the Unnameable. When we’re looking for the car in the parking lot, we say “Hastur Hastur Hastur” and he manifests.
The car I bought on-island I’ve named Groo. Groo is from a Sergio Aragones comic, and is called Groo the Wanderer, which was appropriate as my car had a terrible alignment problem and play in the steering, so it wandered all over the road. Also, the comic character has a mangled nose, just like my car. Groo carries samurai swords, and the car is a Suzuki Samurai. And finally, I paid way too much for the car, and it has all sorts of problems, so I’m often quoting Groo’s catchphrase, “Did I err?”
I have a Cabrio called The Booger. Because he’s green, and I picked him:)
I have named several of my cars. My first car was a blue 1960 VW. It was one of the best and most durable cars I’ve owned. I named it Blue Max, after the German medal.
I had a Scout that had a mustang engine, roll cage, full skid plates, winch, massive bumpers. It was a real off-road monster. It was “Stout”.
My 1964 Chevy P/U, with about a gazillion miles on it, was just a great truck. It was white, and it never broke down. I named it the “White Tornado”.
My Saab was jixed. It was “The Saab Story”.
I haven’t named my 62 Stude yet. It is red, very red, and in a write up about a car show, (where it took second place), it was refered to a DT’s blaze red 62. Sometimes now I call it “Blaze”, but that doesn’t really fit its personality.
Big Red and Little Red. And our little bike trailer is Blackie the Mule.
My first car, a 1991 Honda Accord, I named Friedrich Loo-Song; “Friedrich” because I was reading Engels and Marx at the time and liked the name, and “Loo-Song” because…I don’t know where that came from, actually.
My current car, a 1996 Toyota Corolla, is named Nelly.
Good to see that I am not the only one who names their cars 
My 1967 Chrysler is referred to as Godzilla, and she was named Godzilla the first time I even saw her.
She was this huge, green, rusty, ugly hulking mass of steel and chrome, parked on her flat tires, trying to biodegrade.
You can see her here:
http://homepage.mac.com/komodro/cars/newport.html
My '96 Olds is referred to as Ethyl, my '85 Toyota MR-2 is Wedge (if you saw one, you would see how appropriate the name is) and my '74 Plymouth Road Runner is Hurst.
My mom’s Grand Prix is named “The Grand Prick”
My dad had a few cars, all named.
1965 Buick Wildcat - The Blue Bomb. This car won Ugliest Car in Pittsburgh in 1985
1974 Olds Delta 88 - Battlestar Galactica
1980 Ford F-150 - Old Reliable or The Rainbow Truck
1987 Ford f-150 - Ferrous (named after the rust that eventually claimed it)
his new truck hasn’t been named yet, not sure what it will end up being.
My car is called Carla, she is a lilac 1995 VW cabrio.
My previous car was called Jullia, I sold her to a friend when I moved to California.
Not wierd at all.
All my cars save one have been named Otis. The one exception was my 1981 Pontiac Phoenix which was named Boris. My current car is as yet unnamed.
I have a beige Nissan Stanza that is named “The Mighty Mouse.” Looks pretty blah but it has a straight-6 inside, which is a big engine on a car that light. Also it’s saved the day on more than one occasion.
In college, my friend had a huuuge Econoline Van, named “Mission Control” for its many light-up buttons.
My first car was a 1981 toyota corolla (this was in… 1994-1995). It was very ugly, and did not work terribly well. It was named “The Antichrist”. (which was a “The Gods Must be Crazy” reference that none of my friends got, so they all thought I was terribly clever)