My first car in the 1990s was an F reg Renault 19 that didn't like cold mornings and would splutter and "kangaroo hop" down the road for the first mile or so - she was called Petula, her full name being Petulant Petula.
Next I inherited (he didn't pass away, just upgraded his car!) my father-in-laws H reg Astra. There were two versions of the engine - one had 1cc less but more torque and was much nippier and therefore a higher insurance group. This was the engine that Malcom had. He was not only called Malcolm - he had a whole persona - middle aged, still lived with his parents and wore tank tops, but had a secret wild side!
Next I properly inherited my father-in-laws upgraded car which was a Fiat Punto - and once again he surprised me as he had gone for the speedier 16 valve version. I imagined myself like the girl in the Punto ad, throwing the car around corners and driving down steps to try and wake her passenger when I was nipping around in Ruby Tuesday - she was a beautiful metallic red which sometimes had pinkish hints in the sun! Her reg ended in UPU which appealed to my naughty side and it started with X (for a kiss) !
In 2007 I eventually got my very own, ordered to my spec new car - an A Class. It's automatic, has lots of extra features, effortless to drive, but has zero personality - AND NO NAME.