It had Ford Electrics Syndrome because of course it did, it was a mid-80s Ford. A slight whiff of a dodgy earth or a blown bulb and it was disco inferno if you dared brake and indicate at the same time.
I had a mk4 1.4 like that with the added bonus of a randomly slipping clutch. Would be fine for months then suddenly you’d be halfway across a nasty junction on an A road and no drive whatsoever.
I had many names for it until it got passed down to a junior, it caught fire six months later. Which was nice.
The Mrs and kids have named ours through the years:
Austin Montego – Monty,
Fiat Punto – Kermit as it was green,
Citroen C4 – ANN, last 3 letters of VRN,
Citroen Spacetourer – Calvin, first letters of VRN CK.
Hyundai Getz – Fred, god knows why.
My 850 mini was for reasons unknown named Aubrey by my sister. All three of my polos were called Percy. Other cars have not been named but they all have had pats on the dash when an overtake has been managed. Rare occurrences.
In distinctly unimaginative ways my GSXR was Suzi and my 350LC Elsie
Current one is Snorlax, because it’s a big japanese sleeper.
First one was the Snail, because it was slow, left an oily trail everywhere it went, and was crunchy if you poked it too hard
Mondeo never really had a name but in my head it was always just The Bucket.
I’ve got another two- another Legacy to replace Snorlax, and a hitbox MX5 but neither have grown a name yet. It’ll come though. MX5 is made out of 2 cars and has DUO in its licence plate so that might develop. It also has ORKZ though so I’m tempted to paint it red.
The BENCH was christened because my my Australian in-laws seem to call all work surfaces benches. I’d just bought this somewhat upgraded TD5 110 for a round Australia trip and decided it was suitably utilitarian. We got decals made and everything.
Kept it for five years and was sad to see it go.
I’ve had
– the Kuga
– the Octavia
– the Zafira (that was a POS car – or more precisely a really shit unreliable diesel engine which was a total PITA to try do any work on)
– the blue Mondeo
– the red Mondeo
(We had 2)
– the Escort
– the MG
– The Escort
– the Escort
– the motor bike
– the push bike
I Think they were all concise and accurate names reflecting their personalities.
Various iterations of my OH’s car have always been called Bertha (starting with a big ole X5) but when she swapped to a Tesla it didn’t fit so became an all American Brad. Mine is usually called Bertie. (Not sure why)
Kids always ask are we going in Brad or Bertie when we head out
The only car I’ve ever bothered to name is an old Nissan Bluebird, Madge, on account of the MAJ numberplate. Currently its just the van and the Volvo, cos thats what they are.
The Golf or the Mk2. The Corrado or the ‘rado. The van, which the missus christened Shazza, because it is her van, but I honestly can’t remember why.
Previous Mk2 GTi was called The GiT because it was a nasty, harsh, snarly little thing with a tuned TSR motor, stainless steel branch manifold, pipe etc.
My daughter’s Yaris – Reg (after Reggie Yates)
My son’s i20 – Bob (cause it’s so gutless you have to bob up and down in it when going uphill)
My wife’s – Mother’s car
I don’t have/need a car anymore
Van: Jimmy (number plate was HG, Hg is the chemical symbol for Mercury, Mercury is the emblem of RSIGS and is known as Jimmy)
Old 4×4: Wurzel (because it was a heap)
Last Passat: Alexa (reg was LXA…)
Current car (eNiro): Bob (because Bob de Niro)
When I met my wife I used to have an A8 which she called the ‘business man’s’ car in an entirely p1ss taking way. Current big car is called the ‘Skodiaq’, the small car (22 plate Fabia) is called the ‘tin can’-it’s soooo basic.