Wow. A lot of people name their bikes. Hmmmm.
I've only named one two wheeled vehicle, and that was a motorcycle I raced. I named her Jezebel after a race or two on her. I named her as such 'cuz ridin' her was like a combat f*ck with the randiest piece o' trailer trash you could find. You know, the pasty white girl, with the homemade india ink tattoos, that smoked Pall Mall unfiltereds, wore combat boots, and flailed, scratched, and screamed like a rabid badger when bumpin' uglies. In short, she was the most terrifying, intense, and primally satisfying ride I've ever had.