Since i've been driving to work and thus spending more time around cars, i (and my coworkers) have noticed that the bay area suffers from a surfeit of vanity license plates. Primarily, dumb vanity license plates. A catalog of these dumb plates is beyond the scope of this particular post, but an interesting phenomenon that has developed is the use of stupid license plate as metonymy for the car and/or individual. So, for example, when the weather started turning warm (in March, goddammit), i commented on the way to lunch, "Huh. V8 4 AL's got the top down today."
V8 4 AL is either a dark green mid-90s Mustang convertible or a white middle-aged bald human.
So the other day, i noticed that NETANE[1] had a really, really low rear passenger-side tire. I pointed it out on the way to lunch:
tyler: "And that's like really low."
hotsteve: "Yeah, how can you not notice that? It's like, hey, my car is handling like shit. Except, oh wait, it's a fucking Yukon."