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.

i once had a car i named ‘Alice’.

i had just purchased this vehicle ('80 celica sunchaser) in west vrginia, and was driving it back when white rabbit came on the radio… the song ended and i start flipping through channels and i stumble on white rabbit playing on another station!

the song ends and i start scanning again and i shit you not, i found a third white rabbit playing.

bonus info; plates i ordered and used: “LCFR”

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.

I stopped naming inanimate objects after I named a bong and it got destroyed on the first day 😞😭

My current car is named Moxxi, after Mad Moxxi

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 called mine Sasha just so I could reference meet the heavy if anyone ever moved the seats

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.

Huh. Naming a car, the model name of a completely different brand of car, a model which was contemporary with your car, would be very confusing to me.

You can take cobalt

“But you don’t have a cobalt.”

I had a red Veloster I called Swordfish And my friends called my blue Civic “Bad Wolf”

I have a bright orange Subaru Crosstrek named Poppy.

I bought a Tesla Model 3 back when they were new and I like Halo, so I named it “Silent Cartographer” for both being quiet and going places. It’s wordy AND nerdy, so I don’t really refer to it by its name.