8/31/2010

Barometer of Middle Age


There was a time when I thought nothing could be more footling than a vanity license plate. And by footling, I mean a perverse combination of frivolous, wasteful and moronic. Why on earth would someone squander their hard-earned cash on a license plate celebrating the name of their dog, or attempt to pack a maximum of self-aggrandizement into eight characters? What sort of freak of nature would buy a Mercedes and then get a plate that says "Benzie"? During my brief stint working at the Water Club restaurant as a temporary automotive storage specialist, I considered personalized license plates to be a waving red flag of slobbery and cultural poverty, an announcement of the complete classlessness of an incoming car's occupants. But that was years ago.


I'm not sure when it happened, but these days I've completely reversed my position. Nothing is or could possibly be cooler than my vanities. Perhaps it's the new but retro "Empire Gold" New York State plate theme. As soon as I saw this design on the road I started looking forward to whenever it is that I will next have to renew my registration. From there it was only a short leap to going ahead and just ordering new plates immediately....

4 comments:

j_Sender said...

How's my driving?
Call 1-800-DON-FLAN

laura said...

the truck or the bicycle?

John V. Fleming said...

I note that a requirement for getting the plates is that you explain to the DMV the "meaning" of the text. I've been wondering about that for several years myself. Some kind of medieval flour-pudding, right?

They say it's a cold world said...

You've heard of Don Juan, right? And his way with the ladies? Well I'm like that, except with desserts. They all like me.