That monstrosity — the car, not the girl — is what I drove during my senior year of high school. The girl, of course, is me, circa 1990. We called it, “The Boat,” for obvious reasons.
While I no longer am suffered to drive that particular set of wheels, my vehicles still have names. When I was a kid, they were The Red Car, the Gold Car, The Blue Van, etc. During marriage, we’ve had The Hatchback, The Camry, The Truck, The Van, and The Scourge.
Naming our cars creatively, ie The Scourge, is a new phenomena, but one that seems to be sticking. What do YOU do?