Whether it's because people in the bay area think they're even more clever than their neighbors or because there's just more disposable income floating around, the fact of the matter is there are a lot of vanity plates to be seen in these parts. (Or maybe it's just the fact that I spend 17 days a year in my car commuting.) I believe I've finally seen enough plates to declare the worst vanity plate I've ever seen:
I was driving north on 19th and had just passed Noriega when it happened: A giant black Range Rover cut in front of me without signalling. But before I even had a chance to get very upset about the fact that my view of (anything) had been obstructed, I saw its license plate: ERRANDS. "Are you kidding me?" The thing is, now that I think about it, I think they actually meant it. I don't believe anyone who could afford that gas guzzling waste of space (much less anyone who actually lives in the bay area and yet still bought that thing) could have saved up enough irony over the course of their entire life to select that plate ironically.
That said, today I encountered a runner up: A BMW 3-series whose plate read MMMONEY.
Then you might like this idea:
I want to make bumper stickers that read things like “Gasshole” and “People Die So I Can Drive This Car”. Then surreptitiously stick them on the backs of every car I can find that gets less than 20MPG.
Just a thought.
I wonder if that plate was some kind of justification for why they bought that beast?
and if you’re gonna have a plate like MMMONEY … you’ve got to have it on something better than a 3 series.
a buddy of mine and i were apartment hunting a couple years back. we pulled up to parallel park behind a burgundy 70′s mercedes with gold trim and rims. the plate is “AKA2SXY,” so we’re already chuckling at that. then a person exits the drivers side. if a hobbit was dislodged from his fictional world, dressed in obnoxiously patterned 70′s garb rife with gaudy gold chains and shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest uncovering tightly woven chest fur, it would begin to look like the driver. however, upon exit, the driver quickly adjusts his collar, trots around to the other side of the car, and opens the door for a very tall woman. all body. dressed more modern, but just as gaudy. so we’re thinking hobbit driver is just driver. until, that is, all 6 feet of this woman double over to *very* passionately kiss the hobbit-motorist. she walks off and he gets back in the car and drives away. and we’re still not sure who, precisely, was “AKA2SXY”