My car's a dark green 1996 Ford Festiva named Vern [there's been many a debate as to whether that's short for Laverne or Vernon. Laverne always wins :mrgreen:].
I've had her for almost two years. The air con's broken and leaks water when you turn it on, there's a crack in the windshield, she needs a wheel alignment, the cd player ate one of my favourite cds [:grr:] and her wheels are covered in cow poop [my fault entirely :shifty]. Despite all that, I love her.