I don't know if you can give a car a name, I think the name has to come from the universe, by serendipity. I never named a car in my life, then one day about twelve years ago, I parked my 1972 Chevy Caprice in front of a Silver Lake liquor store and a black guy drinking beer from a paper bag walked up and asked "how long you had the Glasshouse?" After my initial confusion, he explained that "back home, in Detroit, we call that car a Glasshouse." I told my friends and instantly the name stuck, and everyone called that car The Glasshouse forever after. A few years later I got a similar car, a 1971 Impala. It was dark green and I tried to call it the Green House. It didn't stick. You got to let God send an emissary to name your car for you. Otherwise, it's just the E55.