California has quite the band of mutants driving it’s roadways – all trying to out “cute” each other. I remember the time in my life where I had personalized license plates. I was searching for my own path and needed to tell the world who I thought I was and to get out of my way. After years of “creative” plates, I moved to New Orleans and went to register my car. The woman at the counter automatically asked me if I wanted a personalized plate for my car, and I without even thinking answered, “no, I don’t need that anymore.” I was shocked at what came out of my mouth. Don’t have one even to this day. But I did see these.
Love a good tricked-out pickup.
I have no idea.