I have two cars.
The other is a 1987 Volvo 740 GLE. Best car in the entire world. I haven't named it, but some people call it "the old lady". It's done 450,000 km and still in nigh perfect working order.
The second is a 1990 BMW M3 320. A ridiculous boyracer with a body kit and a spoiler. And a turbocharged 390 bhp V6 engine. It's the second BMW I have and the second I'm too embarrassed to be seen in. Probably one of the best driving cars ever made, though. It doesn't have a name, other than "the bimmer" as a short of BMW. It's just the car all of my douchebag acquaintances want to borrow when they try to impress women. I'm going to sell it as soon as possible, it only drains money. (for fucks sake, it does 9 mpg, if you drive carefully.)