My college car was a 1973 Road Runner, whose nickname was "The Great White Bomb." I loved that car, and it saved my life on my 21st birthday.

I haven't named the last few, and I don't even know why not. Most of the named cars came by their names through other people, which is maybe the reason. Part of it is I can't think what the name of a minivan would even be. Something depressing, no doubt. :)

My first one is the only one I ever named, as well.