They can name a van or station wagon or other large family vehicle the mormon because it reprsents plenty of space for a mormon family

We used to call the big SUV stuffed with a huge MORG family a MAV, for "Mormon Assault Vehicle." I must confess that I actually had one and had the kids to fill it.

We always called it a plig rig.

It would be at least a 7 seater, but preferably 9. With roof racks, of course, for the dog cage.

UAV

Urban Assault Vehicle

A chevy suburban is an MAV.

...I refer to that as a "Mormon Roadblock".

Haha that's a Utah thing to the max. I always used to call that the Mormon Shuffle and go into a raging delirium.

Sorry toto. The "Mormon Roadblock" is when you're trying to walk anywhere- State Fair, the mall, farmers market, etc is when clueless mormons walk side by side with their strollers, without any concern for others trying to get by.

Attendance at church - count vehicles, multiply by 10.

"Suburban tanks."

Here's a MAV

http://backcountrypost.com/forum/index.php?threads/the-mormon-assault-vehicle.68/

Are those kids or wives next to the stick figure man? LOL

- The Morvan
- LDSBorghini with a Kolob 3.0 Turbo engine
- Standard Works Wagon

I had a 15-passenger Ford F350 Van, that hauled my kids and the youth around w/o a hitch (i.e. well actually it did have a hitch).

Oh that reminds me, one time I was taking the youth ice skating in a joint activity. The van was packed. I looked in my review view mirrior and to my astonishment as I looked way back in the rear view mirrior - I saw the Bishops son and the RS prez daughter making out (fondling each other), with two other sitting next to them in disgust. I was sorely amazed. I had to break them up before we could begin our journey, else he would have Joseph'ed Smithed her before we got to he skating rink.

I called the van:

The Big Nerdy

by going into 'Handcart' mode.

There was a Marmon....close enough?

In my high school, the football coach called big family vehicles (e.g. mini-vans):

Mormon Assault Vehicles

The wagon had that third bench seat facing backwards. My two brothers and I had to sit in the reverse position, which often induced car sickness. It smelled faintly of vomit and exhaust fumes and had no seat belts.

It sucked having to sit there and look at places we'd already seen falling off into the distance. The air was hot and stale. If the rear window was open, raw exhaust smoke would curl in and choke us. If the window was closed, the temperature would rise to a hundred degrees. It was a lose lose situation for us.

We arrived at church sweaty and disheveled. Then we took our seats in the back pew with the other loser families.