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The Prowler
The Prowler wonders to what lengths people might go to make a point if it weren't for personalized license plates. Would their outlets become graffiti? Custom T-shirts? Signs in vacant fields? Or perhaps even barking from street corners? Fortunately, these ponderings will remain just that. Speaking of creative outlets, this alert cat has seen some very interesting plates of late here in Cat Town!
There's AHH MUD, sighed contentedly by a small, open-air sport utility vehicle, and MEFASTR on a sporty convertible. Some people are apparently rolling in dough, or at least would like to be--including the driver of MONIMAD, a classy European import. The driver of RZMUTAZ seems proud of the truck's custom raspberry paint job; the driver of RAZNHEK probably likes raising a good hoot and holler, while the black pickup truck SMOKKN leaves everyone in the dust. A comment to them all--or perhaps a comment about the naughty driver by his or her friends--comes from the sportscar the Prowler saw tooling down Highway 17--YERSOBD!
The Prowler also wonders just how fast they drive on autobahns after seeing a silver German sportscar with the plate 669 MPH. Much more reasonable is 50 MPH, seen on a luxury sedan parked quietly on a residential street. Two more distinctive plates on parked vehicles, both pickup trucks, are JEDIKGT--no doubt coveted by fanatical fans of a certain sci-fi trilogy--and QNTMFZX, a field that would take all nine lives for the Prowler to actually understand.
The definitive answer to everything, though, comes from another sportscar, this one seen on Highway 85: ISAIDSO. Who can argue with that?
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