I rarely name cars. One of my all-time favourite cars was nicknamed Gina because it had “GNA” as part of the registration, and my i40 got named Crosby because it went “Bing!” all the time but that was a running gag as much as anything.
Giulia is called Jools because calling it Giulia would be far too simple.
Cinq gets called cinq.
Caravelle is called turdmobile, but its real name is Orthogonal Blue Turdmobile the Second.
All ‘named’ by the kids, hopefully they’re saving their creative genius for more important things. Haven’t yet explained to them to the true meaning of their shortening of the van’s name. It came out of a period of my youngest naming thing by adding ‘y’ to the end of things, including the fan in our bedroom…
‘VanOwar’
‘The Red Menace’
‘The Big Red Bus’
‘The Unit’
and many other things.
My wife used to have a white Seat Alhambra affectionately known as ‘the Alhambralance’ or ‘The rolling Skip’ because of the sheer volume of child related detritus it usually contained.
We had a 1978 Triumph 2500 S that was called BOB for the Big Orange Bus. Named in honour of the Big Red Bus (a ‘76 TC) that I had before that and was driving when I first met my now wife.