the tags. it's the tags.

One of the very first things that struck me when I moved to Virginia, jeez, twelve years ago, was how common were personalized license plates.  You see them occasionally in Ohio, but one can hardly walk out the front door here without spotting two or three almost immediately.  It turns out my initial suspicion was true: they're ridiculously cheap - just ten dollars a year for the letter/number combination of your choosing.  And in recent years, they've added, well, a shitload of designs as well.  They boast over two hundred plates from which to choose and they make it super-easy to see if the combo you want is available.

Until recently - until yesterday, actually - my very favorite plate belonged to Mehaffey, who proudly boasts "Y1NZER" from the bumpers of his Mercedes.  Aside from the incongruousness of the tag on the Mercedes and how inappropriately it applies to its owner, the plate amuses me mostly because Mehaffey had to get the "1" because the alphabetical spelling was already taken.  But like I said: that was then.

On the way to the Polyphonic Spree show, Daby and I saw a license plate so sublime that I wish I had thought of it.  And wish I had a car on which to feature it.  The vehicle in question also displayed prominently a Philadelphia Eagles bumper sticker. I can only assume this guy is a bandwagon fan from elsewhere, because it's tough to imagine your typical mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging Iggles fan thinking of something this clever.

And yeah, I'll admit, before anyone calls shenanigans - the image above is Photoshopped.  We tried to get a real photo to no avail, but Daby will confirm that this tag exists.  This guy is my new hero.  After over a decade here, the ***skins and their fans have become nearly intolerable.