Note to the dude on the 403 Eastbound today driving the ‘vette with the personalized plate that says “RAWPOWER”: when I think about who might be moved to purchase such a plate for this particular vehicle, my thoughts keep coming back to a middle aged man whose penis is of less than average size, and who is wearing a toupee. If that’s the image you’re going for – you got it.
I prefer a personalized plate of a different kind. This is initiative.
Here there’s an odd dichotomy of lifted trucks with nary a speck of mud, luxury cars parked in apartment and discount store lots, and hybrids who can’t help but be immodest.
I know, it’s not the vehicles’ fault. Plates don’t mislabel cars, people mislabel cars. But I think it’s almost the ‘vette’s fault; just like a ’75 Firebird is the vehicle of choice for, say, convicted felons, the ‘vette is similarly the choice of mid-life crisis sufferers who haven’t saved towards a Porsche.