1965 Galaxy 500 no name, dual exhaust w/ glass packs, convertible. Totally rusted out. I saved it from the junk yard.
1972 Caprice Classic, The Ghetto Cruiser, too much primer.
1974 Cutlass Salon, no name, too nice.
1971 Beatle, Jimmy Jazz (Clash song), rust holes everywhere, auto stick.
1974 Super Beatle, Jimmy Jazz II. Personally refurbished.
1977 BMW 320i, Herbie, after Herbert Shapiro, original owner???
1979 BMW 318i, Stan or the Sewing Machine. My brother's middle name, who was the previous owner. The 1.8 liter engine with performance exhaust, sounded like a sewing machine @ high rpms.
1986 BMW 325, Nan, after my mom, who bought it new and passed away.
1992 Taurus wagon, Morris the Taurus.
1998 Windstar, Creep Mobile or Uglystar.
2000 Volvo V70 XSC, Homer (hockey nickname), after Tomas Holmstrom a Swedish Detroit Red Wing, who was in the dealership picking up a new car at the same time we were picking up our car. But, Pussy Car has taken over, because of the wimpy horn and my attempts to keep the wife and kids from eating in it and scratching or denting it.
My brain hurts.