We loved Jeep Cherokees; had three in a row. Looking back on it, I don't know why we loved them. I could do stand-up comedy routines on the repair issues for any one of the jeeps. I always threatened to paint the current Jeep yellow and call it "Sunkist". I cried one time when I got my Jeep out of the repair shop, paid the $800 repair bill and the repair shop caught fire the next day and burned to the ground. Why didn't I wait?
Now we have a Subaru Forester which hasn't had any problems and I have a Chevy S-10 pickup the color of pluff mud. We don't really name them although my DH calls my truck "Chuck". Highly original name, huh?