This started as a casual observation that Californians are big into personalized plates (read my earlier post: Carlifornia) but I kept on seeing more and more. Given how important they are to the people of California, I felt they warranted a page of their own on the blog. So I’ll continue to add pictures as I see them. Unless I get pulled over for dangerous driving, that is.
Updated October 3:
Ooh, I gotta see who the lusty driver of these hot wheels is…
File this one under “pointless” or “why bother?”
The chances of you spelling things correctly? Minimal.
Exclusive. Be in one of the most successful bands of all time, and you too could drive a Lexus.
Either a fishing fan or a phishing man.
Hand wash only. I suspect they stuck it in the tumble dryer too, which explains why it shrunk.
Is that the reason you’re driving a Volvo?
Peanut. Get it? No, but at least it will get a reaction.
Speeding off to buy a dictionary, with any luck.
Added September 5:
Either Granny Bea loves bingo, or someone’s being pretty rude about her arms.
Max wants us to know he’s giving. He sure is. He’s given me the impression that he’s an insecure show-off.
“Not too close. I hardly know you”. You were the one who put that stupid message on your car. How am I supposed to read it unless I get close?
I think BA wanted to express his/her love for Khoi. Instead, I read this as: “I love Bok Choi”.
Have peace? Have a peach? Have peas?
This says to me: “I’m single”.
“Horn broken. Watch for finger”. Thanks for the advance notice, but if I’m behind you, how will I see your finger?