Do you talk to your car?

yes.. Yes.. and my car has a name.. his name is sir thomas.. and he talks back to me... He's mean.. he and i have a love hate relationship.. if he pisses me off-- i threaten to punish him.. NO OIL FOR YOU! --... He has a very foul mouth.. and he doesn't like traffic.. but he loves big hills.. and going way too fast. He hits on every girl that gets in my car... and he is a stick shift... *wink*--.. and um.. his back seat is his most sensitive area.. *khoff*

I talk to my car every time we go anywhere. I bought him from my best friend who informed me that it was a boy (stick shift) but I must admit I've forgotten what she called him. I give him lots of encouragement when the going gets rough.

I talk to my car, and other cars on the road, and signs, and traffic lights... My car's name is Victor. Sometimes cars talk back, sometimes not.

If I say "c'mon" when I want it to start, am I talking to it?

It would be like talking to myself.
When I'm driving, my car is me. An extension of myself.

I talk to my car a lot. Her name is Gracie. I figure if I'm going to spend upwards of 15 hours a week in her, we might as well be close and friendly! I mostly encourage and thank her.

For the umpteenth time: not everyone has a car. Where's that option?

prepare to be assimilated

My call tells me to sharpen my knifes sometimes.

Don't have one. I talk to other people's, though.

I whisper sweet nothings...caress her smooth lines.......rub against her...she flies and I love her........

*sings* I'm in love with my car....got a feel for my automobile......

Yes, and she talks back to me, too. Her name is Cori.

I've only talked to it in moments of extreme stress...like when it's 20 below and it doesn't quite want to make the jump from one ton paper weight to vehicle with purpose...i encourage it gently at this point....

although I talk to my computer MUCH more often...

Yes, but I don't ever yell at it...it could turn on me.
I'm usually begging it to be nice to me or to do what I want, never cursing it for doing wrong. When it's cold, I try to comfort it.
In an odd little way, it's my ugly baby. We've been through a lot of snow together and she's still going strong, even after we slid on the ice and almost hit the street sign.

Gee, I skip the car and go straight to the driver with my obscenities.

My car is named Celestine, not associated with any prophecies. She's named for Celeste in Six of One by Rita Mae Brown. I talk to her at times, and sometimes greet her when returning to the parking lot, and sometimes feel that she'll be upset with me if I forget where I've parked her and have to wander around looking for her. :) (No, I don't *really* think she can hear me - but the anthropomorphism is strangely comforting. It's nice to think we are working symbiotically together). It's also nice to think she's looking out for me... a car guardian angel is a warm thing for me b/c my grandmother died in a car accident in 1996 :( Seat belts, everyone...

My car's name was Betsy. She had a lot of problems. She didn't like hills much, which is bad when you live in the mountains. To help her out I used to have say "Come on Betsy. That's a good girl Betsy." I'd yell at her a lot too. She died though. It wasn't all that sad. I was tired of having to coax her to do her job. Also, she was to much of a damn pot head.

I'm prone to stroking the dash lovingly on occasion as well.