By JULIA ALEXANDER
I have recently become obsessed with personalised number plates. Obsessed. In fact it has almost become my new favourite “love to hate” with certain friends receiving constant MMS updates of my latest sightings.
It’s hard to know when it started. Was it the run down red Honda on the Gold Coast with a “Playboy” sticker bearing the numberplate “MOIST”, or was it the balding man in the convertible Porsche boxter with “U WISH”. In all honesty it probably started when I first heard of the Black Jeep with the number plate “BAA BAA” .
I admire the brazenness of people who “put it out there”. You have to be awfully determined to send a message in order to voluntarily deal with the Department of Transport.
Effort and expense aside – what of the public scrutiny? Its one thing to experience that moment of hesitation when posting a slightly controversial Facebook post, but entirely another level of commitment and expense to nail it to your car. I mean, who really wants an “I thought it was funny at the time” pun following them around every day for people like me to mock?
Mock, I do.
To be fair, not all owners/authors of personalised plates are wankers. There are different categories of plates and varying levels of tack or humour associated with them.
1. Initials and birth year or favourite number – Relatively inconspicuous and, in fact, almost standard in my family. Although beware the use of numbers as letters. The joke can be lost when “5” does not actually look like an “S”, nor “3” and “E” etc.
Top Comments
Don't people understand that personalised plates makes it easier for people to remember if they get in trouble with the law or in traffic accidents?
There is no way of getting out of it then
There is a local real estate agent with the number plate MR SOLD. Unfortunately for him, because of the placing of the letters, I (and many other people, I suspect) read it as MRS OLD.
Personalised numbelates are fascinating but so are stock standard ones depending on your luck. There is a bowling club lady with silver hair cheerfully driving around our suburb with the number plate WTF +3 digits. Her car is about 20 years old so way before text abbreviations have been around.