My blue civic back in 2005 was nicknamed cobalt. “You can take cobalt to pick dad up at the airport”. Something I had picked up from Gone in 60 seconds that I found cool (naming cars, not cobalt)
My car is brown.
The first time I brought it home without telling my wife the color, she was unimpressed and said that it was “shart colored”.
We immediately named it “El Sharto”, and 5 years later the name has stuck
My last car was named Alice after the “Alice in Chains” mix cd that was left in the cd changer when I bought it.
My current car isn’t named, because I think it might be cursed and I don’t want to give any more power to it.
The uterous. It’s a ute.
mother trucker
It must feel rejuvenating coming out of it every day
I had an Impala that I named Vlad, so it was “Vlad the Impala”.
My first car was a green buick lasabre that I got from a relative. It was held together by duct tape and redneck engineering, and wasn’t even supposed to make it through high school. As a condition for receiving the car, I had to continue calling it the green hornet. Ever since, my cars have been named after a famous movie vehicle. My current car is a blue civic, so naturally I had to name it the bluesmobile
My first car was named “Safely”. Regardless of the quality of my driving, I was driving Safely.
My current car is Carefully.
We own a VW Polo and called it Pollie. Then I got a newer Polo, company car. We called it Marc, as in Marc-O-Polo
I had a red Veloster I called Swordfish And my friends called my blue Civic “Bad Wolf”
Lead sled was one name
GF calls her car the Crymobile because her license plate is CRY###
had a 2014 Chevy Cruze named Terry
I had a black Citroen C4 I called Marxine, from Karl Marx plus making it sound feminine and french lol.
We have a purple c4 cactus we named Jean Pierre as he’s French.
My first Camaro, back in the day when I was 16, was Friday Night Reliable. That is the closest I came to any kind of name for a car. I had relationships in the subtle psychological spirit of the OP question, the meaning of a name being greater than the word.
Even with humans, names are not part of my deeper subconscious association with people and experiences. Like I can think of at least many dozens of people I have known and worked with. They are part of my life experience and more than just passive acquaintances, but I will likely never remember their names. The experience and memories are real, but somehow my mind is not wired to keep up with names in my ever growing map of human experience. Sometimes a name sticks, but it usually has some specific relevance to an event or association. So every one of my rides had a personality and experience, but no name.
FNR was reliably broken down by every Friday night. It was deeply frustrating at the time, but being a broke kid and no one to really help me, I eventually figured out each problem and how to fix it on my own out of necessity. That experience had a big impact on shaping my out-of-the-box intuitive thinking. I both needed and wanted to know how every detail worked; often learning the limitations of intuitive assumptions the hard way, while empirically learning the power of statistical probably in abstraction.
My wife calls her Camry: Whale Tits.
My cars are named after the pokemon they most closely resemble. Ferroseed and Snorlax. They each have a sticker of said pokemon.
My wife names hers Otto after Otto Hightower from Fire & Blood because she has a Dodge Durango Citadel.
I like it because it sounds similar to “auto”
