My first Camaro, back in the day when I was 16, was Friday Night Reliable. That is the closest I came to any kind of name for a car. I had relationships in the subtle psychological spirit of the OP question, the meaning of a name being greater than the word.

Even with humans, names are not part of my deeper subconscious association with people and experiences. Like I can think of at least many dozens of people I have known and worked with. They are part of my life experience and more than just passive acquaintances, but I will likely never remember their names. The experience and memories are real, but somehow my mind is not wired to keep up with names in my ever growing map of human experience. Sometimes a name sticks, but it usually has some specific relevance to an event or association. So every one of my rides had a personality and experience, but no name.

FNR was reliably broken down by every Friday night. It was deeply frustrating at the time, but being a broke kid and no one to really help me, I eventually figured out each problem and how to fix it on my own out of necessity. That experience had a big impact on shaping my out-of-the-box intuitive thinking. I both needed and wanted to know how every detail worked; often learning the limitations of intuitive assumptions the hard way, while empirically learning the power of statistical probably in abstraction.