My bike is not a bike! It's a horse!
Well, not actually, but I talk to it, I pat it when we make good timing, and say
Noro lim! when I think we're late... Even though it's for my own benefit, not for the bike's...
I didn't give it any official name, but in my head it's Asfaloth.
And most of my "trails" are to the grocery shop or thereabouts. But I think that imagining that you're one of the Grey Company squeezing the most out of your horse does add a certain touch to it.
