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.

I always name them, but I have no naming scheme per se, other than vibes. First car I ever owned was a light blue 83 Cutlass - that was “Bob”. Had an early 90s Dodge Shadow with a v6 and that was “Pepe.” Most recent is a 2010 VW Final Edition convertible w/ blue & white two tone paint and she’s “Elsa.” The names just always seem to be there already when I get them.

Only ever named one of them…

Petey.

I’m gonna go against the grain and say no, I don’t name my cars other than what they are - my “Subaru” and my “Mazda”. If I got another car from the same manufacturer, then I’d switch it to the model like my " Forester" and my “323”

However, I do have a friend whose family has a designated learner car that they call “Socks” simply because the number plate ends in SOX

I dont usually name my cars, but my first car kind of naturally developed one over time:

Het Groene Gevaar

Meaning “The Green Danger”, so called because it was green and had no airbags.

I loved that car

I have a Mercury. It’s name is Freddy. Freddy the Mercury.

Edit: hey! That’s the wrong “its,” me! Get your shit together!

I have a relatively new car thats already had an engine swap. Nicknamed “the wreck” or “Raset” in Swedish. No, it wasn’t my driving, the shop fucked up, long story.

My other car, an old Renault box van, hasn’t got a name. It looks like it does, but inspiration hasn’t struck yet and it might not ever.

To name a car, the car needs to deserve it, have personality. Not any old car gets named.

I name my bicycles.

Steely Fran is my touring and every day ride (she’s a Salsa Vaya, a steel-frame gravel bike)

Moon Unit is my fat-tire bike for snow, dirt, and rockhopping fun.

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.

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”)

Yes, currently Robert RedFord and Suby Roo.

Got two cars: one with a hook and one without. With a hook, then it’s male, so it’s called Herman. The other is called Embla.

My others cars were called, in no particular order: Bob, Betty White, Alfred, Ellie.

Titine. Doesn’t matter what car is it, all cars are Titine. I think it’s very french.

Only one of my cars was named, and not by me.

My friend called my Peugeot 406 the “Chariot of Dreams”

RIP, Chariot of Dreams (2012-2014) 🫡

My wife calls our Mondeo “Fordeus”, which I find super cringy but I allow it.