A youthful fave was "Mr. Toads Wild Ride" everyone really called it that until it wrapped itself around the only tree on a 1 mile straight. It was towed home (an odd decision) and then Mummy Dearest renamed it "what the he11 is Mr. Toads Wild Ride doing in my driveway?" for a couple of weeks. Believe me, she said it as much as possible.
I haven't given my tzouras and baglamas names, but if I did they'd have to be Greek and consist of at least thirty syllables...
The naming of vehicles, of course, started with shipping and it's understandable - these were individuals in theor own right, even when you consider a class of ships each had at least some different aspects (I was on 3 different type 22 frigates and each one had it's own foibles and were more interesting for it). Naming smaller boats also feels alright.
Steam trains were also given names but can you imagine the cancelled 7.43 to Glasgow being called the Flying Scotsman today?
I can see the point of the above. Also, the naming of space craft, each of which is individually designed and assembled, has a certain grace.
However, giving a personal name to a mass produced piece of machinery, mostly produced by other machines is just silly.
In fact most of my cars had names which I am not going to get into on an open forum.
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ok, I'm prepared to stretch a point if anyone here owns a 1950 Jaguar v d-type.
Otherwise it's just nonsense .
Sar, Och and Ugg were our last 3 cars. Sadly ZG 48622* doesn't work, so our current car doesn't have a name
*not actual number plate.
I guess if you had 3 cars of the same make and color it would get tedious to explain to have to say "three twenty eight see eye" to distinguish it from the "five thirty five eye".
In all seriousness, my parents name their cars but I cannot understand it.
My wife, like other people here, thought I was nuts. But after 10+ years of marriage she has started to name her cars too.
I call my husbands Kermit the frog