Eastern Pacific Ocean
Within the Eastern Pacific Ocean there are two Regional Specialized Meteorological Centers (RSMCs) who assign names to tropical cyclones when they are judged to have intensified into a tropical storm with winds of at least 65 km/h, (40 mph). Tropical cyclones that intensify into tropical storms between the coast of Americas and 140°W are named by the National Hurricane Center (NHC/RSMC Miami), whilst tropical cyclones intensifying into tropical storms between 140°W and 180° are named by the Central Pacific Hurricane Center (CPHC/RSMC Honolulu). Significant tropical cyclones have their names retired from the lists and a replacement name selected at the next World Meteorological Organization Regional Association IV Hurricane Committee meeting. Should a tropical cyclone pass from the NHC's area of responsibility in to the CPHC's or vice versa it will retain its original name.
Read more about this topic: Lists Of Tropical Cyclone Names
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