Naming cars

thatbags glad you survived even if 'Lucy' didn't.
It must have been horrific at the time.

I usually make up something with the number plate initials, most too rude to mention, but currently YUK!

I have named some f my cars if the number plate lends itself to a name, but my current one is nameless. However, I do talk to my car - and it is actually a 'she' in my mind!

No, I never name cars but I do often say 'hullo, little car' - to my own car, not others. I hope they don't feel patronised by that.

Diggory, Clover, Lucy, Rab the Rattler, Bluebell.

DDs 1 & 2 remeber Diggory with great affection. He was a member of the family! In his later years he was my mobile shed as well as mode of transport.

There was an old Honda in between Clover and Lucy, whose name I can,t remember, who died at traffic lights on the main road through Maryhill in Glasgow. Fortunately the Saturday football match had just ended and there was a police car behind us just coming from the match. They bobbies helped us haul the car off the road.

I killed Lucy (not deliberately) by somersaulting her over a sea wall onto a rocky beach six years ago or we might still have her. Sob.

Rab the Rattler and Bluebell are difficult characters, but after Diggory (awkward but lovely), I can deal with toughuns.

We name all our cars, my present on is Jasper, as it is a Jazz, DH's is Horatio, a Honda CRV, very macho. (the car not DH), In the past (40 odd years ago) we had Sasha, a very sexy French Renault. Rupert, was the first car I had all to myself, a Renault 5. I loved that car and the freedom it gave me as I drove all over Germany where we were living, with the children in their car seats in the back to visit friends in distant places, while DH was away on yet another tour of N Ireland or on exercise. Then there was Granny, a very awkward and demanding Ford Granada. Even DD names hers, the current one being Steve, no idea why. Perhaps we are just slightly dotty!!

I must confess I never have, and on reflection perhaps it's a pity I (or the family) didn't.

I did name my first car (had 5 since then) only because part of the number plate was WDY= woody. DH and I still call it that when talking about holidays we went on with it about 25yrs ago.

I've only owned two cars; the first was a Ford Fiesta who had no name, but to whom I confess I had a sentimental attachment, and the second, a Peugeot, was called Percy. On several occasions I have not recognised my own car; indeed I once got very frustrated when I couldn't unlock my car until my two sons (helpless with laughter) pointed out that the car I was attempting to open wasn't in fact mine. In naming it Percy I was then able to check the plate, which included the number/letters P3C and Y, to confirm that the car was mine. I had the car for more than ten years, but never actually memorised the number-plate, just that it was an approximation of Percy. I can't even remember which Peugeot number it was; 306 maybe?

My husband and I theoretically share our current car, but it's a huge (to me) Ford Focus with all sorts of unintelligible modern gizmos and I'm rather afraid of it. I've only ever driven to meet my husband at train stations when he's returned from working away - and he's always had to drive it home from the station as my stress levels on arrival have been ridiculously high.

This is a similar car to Percy.