I got my permit when I was 17 years old. My first car was a hand-me-down 1994 Volvo Station Wagon from my great-uncle, and I loved that car for the two years I had it. The first place I drove it to (after home), was Fort Taber in New Bedford. I affectionately referred to the car as "Taber" in honor of that moment. I didn't plan it that way, it just kind of happened.

1994 Volvo Station Wagon - Kasey Silvia / TSM

"Taber" died my sophomore year of college (yes, I teared up). A year later, my great-aunt sold me her 2004 Chevy Malibu and she served me well for the four and a half years I had her. "Fay," was named after Fay's Restaurant in Dartmouth because it was the first place I drove her to. I decided to keep the tradition I'd started back in 2009.

2004 Chevy Malibu - Kasey Silvia / TSM

Then it came time to trade in my beloved "Fay" for a new set of wheels. I picked up this Hyundai Tucson last night. This morning, I drove to the Padanaram Bridge (well, close enough) in Dartmouth to watch the sunrise with my little brother. Everyone say hi to "Bridgette!"

2017 Hyundai Tucson - Kasey Silvia / TSM

Yesterday happened to be "National Name Your Car Day," so I see it as a good sign that I got her last night. However, I know some people think it's crazy that I even bother naming my cars. Just wondering if I'm the only weirdo out there (for this reason, anyway)?