My boyfriend is the reason I’ve been in the habit of naming my car. His first car, which he had at the beginning of our relationship, was a PT Cruise, called Cassandra. Sadly, she was punched in the face by a truck that decided to move over into the wrong lane, hitting him head on, and is no longer with us.
His second car, a ‘92 Subaru SVX was the tragic victim of freezing rain and slid under a bus, barely missing decapitating him. Her name was Isabella.
He is currently selling his ‘79 Camaro, named Katherine, to replace the Subaru, as it was his daily commuter.
I also call the fourwheeler Nelly.