My first car was a 82 toyo corolla auto sedan. White, 239k on the clock when we bought it from a drunk guy at a motel. It was such a loyal, willing little dog it got named Sparky.
My white 1970 Impala with pristine blue interior was bought from a little old lady and got tagged as Priscilla, Queen of the Highway. It was more a reference to Elvis than the Aussie drag queen.
Most of the newer stuff has gone nameless.
Naming is an organic thing around here. My truck is the truck. My wife's FJ is mommy's truck. I wanted to call the Mazda 2 'the deuce', but somehow it ended up being called 'the tiny car'. It's not very manly.
Yellow Corrado - Anna Banana
Tom Celica.
We call the 4Runner Asleen. It has an alien hitch cover on it and it's green.
My best friend's 4 door 1976 Impala was known as "The Drive By Mobile" because with the windows rolled down, the whole side of the car was opened up.
My friends used to call my 74 Camaro "The TPM" (which stood for "Thunderous Primer Mobile")
My favorite was my dad's 76 CJ-5 (red, three speed, 304 V8, Mack Bulldog on the hood and enormous brush guard) was named "Nellie" after his MIL. Not sure why, but he and my grandma always got along well, so I'm assuming it was meant to be a compliment.
My sister's lime green 72 Nova was always "The booger".
I kind of think car nicknames might be a redneck thing.
My 96 sunfire SE 5 speed is the E36 M3fire, or "berkeleying bitch" when the starter clutch wont kick on.
I had a 98 Mitsubishi Mirage 1.5 5 speed for a summer that I called "The Rage" it was a rotted out POS with no real exhaust system to speak of.
The 98 Bonneville I bought a month ago only to lose oil pressure and toast the engine the other day is the "stupid piece of E36 M3 that doesn't berkeleying work", was my hooptie/living room prior to failure.
My first car, a free, souless, 1992 Camry base sedan with the only options being slushbox and broken AC, was simply the Camry, till it blew an engine 3000 miles later, then it became the broken POS.
Come to think of it, 50% of my DDs blow engines right after purchase, my dad has a similar problem with trucks, I think my family is cursed.
My first RX-7 was named "Bunny" by a friend, as a joke. When it rolled down the driveway and took our our mailbox (even though the e-brake was set and it was in gear) it was renamed "Devilbunny". The song of the same name was it's theme music.
The next RX-7 that was a long term resident was "Turbo-bunny" because, well, it had a turbo.
My current Forester is the Battlewagon, or Subie-dooby-doo, depending on if you ask me or my 5 year old daughter.
I have a white Ford Taurus that is a company business car with minimal options that is about as plain vinilla as it can be I call it "White Trash"
The C30 - Jotunn (old Norse for Giant or troll)
SAAB 900 - Loki, keeping the Norse/Viking theme going
Taurus-X - The not so sexy bull
Mustang - The Bob Costas wagon (it's a V6 auto Vert), SWMBO is not amused buy this and gives me hell for it.
My favorite was Tom Spangler’s 951, he considered calling it 'DerPanzer' which I immediately changed to 'PANSY', I even made up a fake Mi plate the exact right size and taped it over the real plate, best of all, all his work mates saw the fake plate 
The Honda CM200T got named the "Murdercycle."
Used to have a 77 Ford LTD, minty green with completly blown shocks. Wallowed like a pig, but, damn, it was roomy. The Old Man nicknamed it the "berkeley-boat."
PseudoSport wrote: In high school my dad gave me his 1985 Chevy C-10 truck. With 2 bent wheels it had a strong vibration around 35 mph. My friends ended up naming it "Magic Fingers" after the coin-operated bed
Magic Fingers! Complete with the slippery vinyl bench seat and inoperable passenger side seat belt, so when you took a corner, the passenger collided with the driver. Great for dates!!!
I have three distinct memories of this truck:
-Stopping short at a stop light, and a unsecured 350 long block in the bed smashed through the rear window about an inch from my head 
-Running it without coolant for about 10 miles on the way to the junkyard in an attempt to kill it, only to repair it with a hose from a Cadillac and a bucket of junkyard coolant from the oily "free coolant" tank, and then not only driving it home, but driving it for about two more years. Mind you the odometer quit at around 250,000 miles, and that was before any of us could drive. This was about 2 years after we all got our licenses.
-Lifting the rear bumper up with another friend so it could do burnouts in the school parking lot, and having hot BF Goodrich All Terrain T/A's spray all over my friend's leg and bonding with his skin!!!
Before Magic Fingers made it's final journey to the junkyard, we gave it a few beers. Right in the gas tank. It deserved it.
And I call my Trans Am "Worst Case Scenario" or "Transient Am". If there's an issue with the car, it's always the worst case scenario and most expensive to fix or biggest PITA to repair. Which leads to...
The car likes to loiter in driveways (not always my own driveway, ask Pseudosport) and has a tattered and torn car cover, so it looks like a transient, homeless thing. 
CSX gets called "the Shelby" a lot and confuses new guests to my house that only know that Carrol Shelby put his name Fords, and not Turbo Dodges.
The 3 is the Daily Driver. Boring.
The Dakota is the Truck. Does truck stuff.
A couple more: My parents had a really nice green on white 1970 Olds 98 convertible when I was young. My sister and I used to call it the Big Green Booger Machine.
My dad had a gray 2wd 1983 Ford F150 stepside with the 300 I6 when I was a kid. Looking back, it was a really cool truck. Only issue it had was that the speed warning buzzer was annoying and buzzed loudly, so I called it the Bumble Bee Truck.
I'm not a big car-namer, but I have dubbed my E30 "Ugly". It just seems to fit, first off it's 3 different shades of blue, the trim is all trashed, and it's a big-bumper car, so it is kind of ugly. But also, the more I dive into it, the more I can see evidence of 28 years of neglect. Nobody ever loved this car, they just drove it into the ground. Kind of like the ugly duckling. So I see it as my task to find the beautiful swan inside. 
Adrian_Thompson wrote: My favorite was Tom Spangler’s 951, he considered calling it 'DerPanzer' which I immediately changed to 'PANSY', I even made up a fake Mi plate the exact right size and taped it over the real plate, best of all, all his work mates saw the fake plate
Yeah, ha ha ha, shiny happy person. I still have that "plate" you made, somewhere.
I've taken to calling the Alfetta Chumpcar "Sophia Loren".
Sleek, Italian-made, started out good looking and strong-running, and while she hasn't lost the foundation of beauty and functionality, she's showing her age in both. Not to mention at the last weekend we attended, she was the oldest entry by more than 10 years. 
We drive "Kiki" and "Ron Carzewski"
My sister named my former red 2001 Dodge Ramwagon 2500 passenger van, that I gave to my father a year or so ago "Clifford the big red Dodge"
I think it is a great nickname, and am kicking myself for not thinking of it before her.
Bertha (F150. A large sassy black woman who ant afraid to speak her mind.)
Sulphura (Focus. Wifey's primary car.)
The Cadavalier (Dirt track Cavalier.)
The Ranger hasn't been driven long enough to get a name, but it won't be long.
Same goes for the project S13/RB20.
Jasper (Zx2 RIP/sold)
Stopstick (P71 RIP/sold)
The old '02 Elantra "Porky".
The 2000 Accent with 210+k miles "The Turd".
The Corvette is/was "Barbie"
THe truck, well, it's "The Truck"
The new Forte SX is the "SeX."
2000 Jeep Cherokee - "Churkey."
1990 MX6 GT - "Swank Force One"
1993 Miata - "Dirty Butt Hussy"
1993 Escort GT - "Swank Force Two," "DeathScort," "ZE Escort of Doom"
2000 MSM - Not named
I'm taking delivery of a 1988 MX6 GT this weekend to be built for a forum member. Named "Home School Prom Queen."
Am I the only one who doesn't name their cars? I've always found it a bit odd. As much as I love my cars, I still see them as machines.
Klayfish wrote: Am I the only one who doesn't name their cars? I've always found it a bit odd. As much as I love my cars, I still see them as machines.
There's at least two of us. Although back in the 70's I had a '71 Formula 400 Firebird. I put, in gold leaf, the words "Dream Weaver" on the back of the rear spoiler. Seems pretty flaky now, but cool at the time.
I use a single, universal nickname - "Dammit", as in:
Let's go, ..........
Stop, ..........
Faster, ..........
Not again, ...........
etc, etc.
After near two years on the lift as we tried to build some reliability into it, my rallycar goes pretty much exclusively by the name of Humpty. The other names are not all that printable.
Klayfish wrote: Am I the only one who doesn't name their cars? I've always found it a bit odd. As much as I love my cars, I still see them as machines.
It's very rare for me to do so. I'm not one to form emotional bonds with most of my cars, my ADD prevents that. I think folks who do are more likely to name their cars.
A friend has a black ex DNR Taho that we've taken to rally's before, it's nicknamed TBBDH (The Big Black Dirty Ho)
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