I had the Grey Ghost, a 71 Pontiac Ventura. Bought it used for $1100 and drove it for 9 years. It looked like hell, but never let me down. Right now I have the Green Pickle, a 95 Chevy Lumina APV (mini van). It has stranded me twice, once the battery, and once the tramsmission. But I figure getting stranded twice in almost 12 isn't too bad.
My little red '73 MGB GT (see the other thread) was called Maggie B. She was a beauty, but something of a lemon, with her unreliable Lucas electrical system; AAA knew her well. I replaced her in '79 with Wanda the Honda, a silvery hatchback beauty.
Our first car, bought before we got married, was a turquoise '64 Dodge Dart named Dolly. Not a beauty, but very reliable; she ran for 18 years.
*The car I have now is probably the least-loved of all my cars. I have never named her.*
(I am whispering this)
Dark gray '91 Ford Orion (Escort) sedan, very economical diesel that sounds... well, terrible, but she passes inspection and doesn't look too bad. Her favorite trick is hitting me on the head with her trunk door. Second favorite: collecting mysterious dings in parking lots.
A guy from the car lot down the street said he'd give me $2000 if he could send me to the crusher....I think he was serious. I don't feel like that much of a clunker but I'm damn sure I'm not taking any polls.
But in answer to the question here: I've only had one car that had a name (it was a car my parents owned when I was in High School actually, in 1976). It was a 1964 Maroon colored Dodge Dart that my grandmother had owned before us and she had taken immaculate care of it. it ran great!
Someone remarked "it looks just like a little cranberry!" So it became "Cranberry" and then eventually, just "Cran".