Mine sure did! I remember being so excited t0 drive my dad's old Volvo, it was blue and it was beautiful. The freedom that came with my license was amazing, I could go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted t0 - granted that I had parental permission. Still, I felt like the car that granted me these new liberties deserved a name, so I spent days on end trying to come up with the perfect name. Eventually, I settled on a name for my car that I felt would really emphasize how much it meant to me. It was the be all end all of names. A name so perfect that no other car could possibly have a better fit title. CARssandra. Like Cassandra, but with car at the front. Get it? To this day it is quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever come up with, which perhaps is a bit telling of how I'm not really that funny. My scratched and dented little Volvo was named Carssandra, and I loved that car more than anything else in my life. Did your first cars have names too? What is the story behind them?