I’ve only had two named inanimate objects in my life.
My first Triumph was a 650 twin i put open TT pipes on right after i got it. One day i came home and when i walked in my mom said i thought that was thunder when i heard you coming up the road. That night she told the story at dinner and my baby sister said i had a thunder machine, and it stuck.
The other is a beat up wine red MIM J bass. When i bought it the guy who sold it to me said he bought it off the owners brother, who died while playing it. The first time i showed it to my brother i told him what the guy said and he said, “cool, you have the red bass ‘o death”, and he called it that every time he saw it after that and pretty soon all my fellow band members started calling it the same thing.
I almost forgot, wifey calls the fixed blade knife i carry in the door pouch of my truck Homer. I never asked why and she’s never said. She also calls the 4” 1911 I carry under the seat hound dog. Same as Homer though, i never asked and she’s never said.