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 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.

Yes, currently Robert RedFord and Suby Roo.

I have a pink fiat 500 called Lady Penelope

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”)

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.

Toyota Camry-Nairobi (favorite character from Money Heist)

Chevrolet Impala-Bessie (she’s an old but reliable cow)

CFMOTO motorcycle-Medianoche (it’s all black).

Our newest car we got of Friday the 13th. Named it Jason. Have a mask facing backwards on one of the back seat headrests.

I named my Mustang Sally.

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”

A couple years ago I had a neighbor named Patrick, and although we didn’t have assigned parking at my apartment, we all tended to gravitate to the same spot regardless if others were available, and I parked next to Patrick’s car nearly every everyday.

Wife starts calling our car “SpongeBob” cuz it’s always next to Patrick.

To this day, as we’re doing things like leaving a store forgetful of where we parked, she’ll say something like “where’s SpongeBob?”

10/10

I called by previous car Trolvo. My current one is Lolvo.

You will never guess the brand…

I have a red prius named Lobstah and a Nissan names Paul.

In our house we have Cedric the Civic, Minnie the Mini, and Pedro the Polo.