Oh, I forgot this one. My parents named one of the cars once.
It was a Black, late-80s Ford Aerostar Van. My youngest sister had a thing for “Wheel of Fortune” at the time, and named the car “Vanna Black”, and the name stuck.
A Mazda named “Ozzie” (as in, Ozzie Mazda, it made sense to me at the time)
A flat grey POS Chevrolet Capris named “Monstro” (after the whale in Pinocchio)
A green Toyota pickup was “Midori” (Japanese for green)
My current car is a non-descript Honda who is “Nameless”
My folks had a Volvo named “Gerta,” and a bright orange Dodge which was “The Squash,” I guess over time they stopped naming their cars, but I carried on the tradition.
All my vehicles in order:
1989 Ford Taurus Wagon - The Shaggin’ Waggin’
1983 Ford Bronco - Ron Jeremy (It was big & ugly)
1984 BMW 318i - Adolf
2000 Suzuki Bandit 600 - Kathy
1971 Ford Bronco - Bunny (think Power Puff Girls and you’ll get it)
1995 Kawasaki ZX6R - Speedy
2000 Mitsubishi Montero Sport - Shaft
2003 Kawasaki EX250 - Mike Wazowski (little, green & 1 headlight)
My friends and I call my mom’s car the Anniemobile if that counts.
My best friend has a 92 Grand Prix (hence the 92gp in my sn, and my siggy)which he considers mine as well because we’re inseperable. We affectionately refer to her as “Baby”.
Hehe… when I was a kid we had a Gremlin named Stripe.
And my first car, a 1979 Volvo (16 year old boy, 16 year old car…), a big boxy number that was supposed to be white but, since I think I washed it once in a whole year, was really more of an off gray, I called Bessie. Usually when she wouldn’t shift.
Man, that was a cool car. And hella fun in the parking lot in the snow. Rear wheel drive = yaaaaay!
Naming cars is one of the many cultural differences between the US (North America, perhaps) and my country.
Perhaps people do it in the Anglo countries, I don’t know. But it’s always unheard of here. A friend of mine names all his cars “Jean-Luc”, after the Star Trek captain. How nerdy can you get? But he’s the only one I know of.
My car is called Peugeot 306. That’s what it says on the paperwork, and that’ll have to do. Peu, for short, on a good day. My bike (Yamaha Diversion) can be refered to as Yammie or Divvy, but that’s hardly naming it either.
I’ve always named mine - the first was “The Nissan Sentra of Love” (based on a theory a friend had that any noun could be made into a believable song by adding the words “of Love” to it; also, it was a play on words of my college nickname, J-Love).
The NSOL was succeeded by Iron Heinrich, a Dodge Shadow so named because I’d just read Grimm’s Fairy Tales, it was green like a frog, and Chrysler had just become a German company.
Current car is a white Mazda 626 that was named Blanquita by its (her?) previous owner, who forbade me from changing the name.
My first car was a 1978 (I think?) corolla, green with a red door, and she was called Palmolive (Because she is green. Or something. I didn’t name her.).
My second car, which is a mazda 323 (1986/7), is called Guv or Guvvie (because of her licence plate).
My first car was a 1978 Chevy Chevette. His name was Petey. I loved him and lost him. Poor Petey, he blew up on the interstate while my sister was driving him, I never even had a chance to say good-bye. Oscar is my 2000 Honda CRV, he is good to me and I am good to him. He has a nasty little bump on the hood right now because we hit a deer last month but other than that he’s beautiful.
Our first car was a bright yellow Fiat Cinquecento (500), we called it “Tweety”. The replacement was an equally yellow Fiat Seicento (600), called “Tweety 2”.
Now we have a dark blue 2002 Nissan Almera, which we have named “blaue Elise” (blue Elisa), which is the name of the aardvark in the German-dubbed version of the “ant and aardvark” cartoons.