^ Oh yeah.. endless hours on that Van City! Micro-Machines rule!
My brother had this same set, plus a bunch of others, but the only one I remember the name of is the gas can.
The only childhood nostalgia I have is when I'd mess with the order of his carefully placed cars and watch him flip out over it. Years later I'd sneak into his room and slightly move things over an inch or two, and shuffle his Playboys around.