Esmeralda - a fiat 500 Giardiano with canvas top that with 4 12 stone blokes in it was squeezy and only capable of 40 miles per hour down hill with everyone farting - I think that is why it had the peel back roof.
The Beastie a Nissan Patrol fitted with a 4.2 litre Holden (GM) motor that cruised at 140mph all day long.
Nellie Thebus my home for six years living off grid. A whopping 7 or 8 litre diesel that did 4 kilometres per litre (same as the Beastie).
The current Mitsubishi and Ford haven't been named ... perhaps I'm now too old or don't have the affection once held - they are just A to B tools.

I have an X3 named Clarice, so I get to say Hello.
And a beat up old truck that I can slide in & say "It's me again, Margaret".

Yep. My last car was named Sherman. After a Sherman tank as it was nearly indestructible !!! Finally it succumbed when a hog hit it! This one is named Mike Wazowski.

No, I wouldn't assign a name to my penis either... but I used to assign them theme songs.

When I was a kid, my mother had a Mazda 323, she called it Tarzan, because she said it was a Tarzan car (tree to tree).
She would say, lets get in Tarzan and go for a drive. Rolls eyes lol. A mum/mom joke maybe.

The Red Rocket, a Ford Festiva I purchased from a friend and inherited the nickname (small town!).

When I was 17, my first car, a '67 Pontiac Tempest, was nicknamed The Death Mobile, after I put it through a guardrail on the NJ Turnpike. No one was hurt, only had a little bit of front end damage, and one broken headlight (which I fixed myself). The friends I was with at the time started calling her that. She was a beast.

I havent named my cars, but I do personify their model names. I dive my ranger with a purpose for helping people or exploring, while listening to Johnny Cash and Mary Robbins. And I tend to drive my Sonic more aggressively and with speed.