Some cars I have named, and some I didn’t. I think it was just if the vehicle seemed to have an appropriate name or not.
When I had my little VW camper bus, which I dearly loved, I named it “Hildegard“, after my mother, who was half German.
The most interesting one that I named was a really OLD Datsun pickup, from like 1962, before we even had many Datsuns here in the US. The shifting lever was completely backwards to what most levers (on the column) were supposed to work, with 1st being away and up, 2nd, away and down, 3rd being near and up, and reverse being near and down.
I can’t begin to say how often I tried to start driving in 3rd gear, and went to the wrong gear for reverse.
Anyway, this poor old truck was originally a light blue (as much as I could tell), but had grey and red primer and dents ALL over the whole body.
Once, some poor old man ran a red light and hit me, but I could not even tell which dents were new and which were old, and he was shaking badly.
I told him everything was fine, just go on home and not worry about it.
The truck was appropriately named “Ugly Bugly”.