My 1992 Dodge Spirit with the 3L V6 was called “The Behemoth”. It got it’s name partially from the license plate starting with BEHE, and partially from the fact that car was a tank. It got me through a lot of driving through all kinds of weather conditions, including driving through over a metre of snow, through a raging blizzard. I would have kept driving that car for years if the brine solution the used on the road one winter didn’t eat all the metal, plastic, and rubber, on the bottom of the car.

It was replaced by my 2015 Chrysler 200 3.6L V6 named Barbra (during the day), and Oracle (by night). Barbra//Oracle got their name from being much more modern and technologically integrated, and surprising people with it’s capability.

I didn’t have enough time with my first car to give it a name other than “the '95”.

The first vehicle I owned had no name. My friends kept asking what was named and I kept explaining “it’s a car. It gets me from point 🅰️ to point 🅱️.” I selected the car for it’s high fuel efficiency (record-breaking at the time) and general low total cost of ownership (TCO).

Not wanting to repeat the same conversation again, my second vehicle was named “Prius” and had they/them pronouns. Prius was a simple minded car, and liked car related things. Unfortunately, Prius met an untimely early end it got totaled by another driver (roommate was driving it, but the accident was 100% other driver’s fault).

For my third vehicle - another Prius, I immediately noticed her subtle feminity and her adventurous spirit. I’m gay, so it’s an immediate gal pal vibes .I named her, “Yetta” - and I knew we were destined to do crazy things together (and indeed we have!) She deserved a middle name fitting my plans for us. Taking a sort of mad hatter vibe, she got the middle name “Nutter”.

And that is the story I now tell my friends about how I got Yetta Nutter Prius.

My first car was a white 2013 Honda Fit named Scott. He was previously owned by the proprietor of a defunct kickboxing gym in my area, and acted like it. That car had chops, and legs for days. Manual 5-speed, not the sport model but still had surprisingly good clearance and a shocking ability to climb up logging roads well further than most SUV’s dared or bothered to go. Loved that guy, but he sadly met his end late last year in an altercation with a Dodge Ram. A rather one-sided argument, and a total write off.

After that I fell into a situationship with Joe. Joe was/is a 2015 manual 6 speed Chevy Trax with a bad attitude, a lean to the right, misfiring cylinders, and a steering wheel that shakes at highway speeds. I don’t like Joe, and I strongly suspect Joe doesn’t like me, so I traded him in before he had a chance to fulfill his yearning to explore the ditch.

Nowadays I’m quite happily involved with Geoff - a 2019 Toyota Corolla hatchback. Again, not the sport model, but a 6-speed manual nonetheless and a truly fun ride, with significantly better acceleration that either of my previous two vehicles. We’ve agreed that how to spell his name is for him to know, and for me to speculate. Jeff is confident, self-assured, kind & forgiving, overall a balanced and well-adjusted partner - kind of hard to get used to, to be honest.

I had a Chevy Caliber named Ex.

I don’t but I have a dear friend who named his cars with things like “Captain stingray” for a Blue chevrolet he had, “Annoyed mother” for his mom’s van, “Stinky Pete” for his dad’s Cadillac (he was a heavy smoker) He named my first car “lil’ bit” since it was an old vw bug.

Now he drives an electric Mustang called “The beast”. Oh! He also owns a boat now named “Pretty Betty”

I don’t, but others do. Mine is 35 years old and has 1.3 millions kms. It’s a beautiful silver coupé - with 101 defects and constantly on the verge of collapse, but already been taking me places for over 10 years now. Sometimes even for 1K Kms/day. I’m the 8th owner. Somebody called it “Gattone” (Italian for “big cat”). I wanted to “recycle” those 2 Tons of iron that already ferried tons of people probably, and keep it on the road for ever. Friends love it, average girls here don’t :/ they just call it “il rottame” (“the wreck”)

I have a brown Kangoo (a gift, 0 options), it’s the Kangoo-mobile, Scoobidoobidouuu!

The kids think it’s the ugluest crap but man can you fill it up with stuff!

LeBronze

Only one of my cars has earned a name, otherwise its just "that shitbox"or “the daily”

My blue VW Golf project car I’m always tweaking, modifying and breaking because I’m not a mechanic, thus it often forgets how to car, and it has black and yellow accents. So it’s been christened “Dory”

I just use the name they were given at the factory to avoid confusing them.

“car”

which inevitably becomes “piece of shit”

I have had these ones: All Volvo, all station wagons.

• “De kat in de zak” (pig in a poke) - A red Volvo 240 named so because it was a pig in a poke (Name was given afterwards)
• “Het lek in de nek” (The leak in the neck) - A silver Volvo 240 that had a sunroof which could open and it leaked. Everytime I had to brake after a rainstorm, I risked a generous gulp of cold water in my neck. (Name was given in the last few months we had her)
• “De Noordkaper” (the North Caper) - A Grey Volvo 240 that had, before we bought it, taken part in a rally to the North Cape. (This one had her name from the start)
• “Je Reed Heel netjes” (You drove very neatly) - A red Volvo 940, named after the license plate. Its name originally was in present tense but on a fateful new year’s eve it fell victim to arson and burned to a crisp. It was a good car and I hated to see her go.
• “De Barones” A fabulous luxurious old dark blue Volvo 960 with a purring six cylinder and flaky paint. It drove like a bat out of hell and I really loved that car. Unfortunately she started to sag in the back and the repairs got way too expensive to keep her.
• “Het Bakbeest” (The Beast) - my most recent car, a Volvo XC90 that is way too modern for my taste. It is big, heavy and chockfull of computers. It is a solid tank but I prefer the older Volvo types.

Meet: Blooregard “Bloo” Q. Kazoo (from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends).

I even have Bloo stickers.

Yes, currently Robert RedFord and Suby Roo.

James. No particular reason.

My other cars never had names, but I love this one to pieces and it goes like the clappers.