Going to the registry of motor vehicles to renew the registration of the boat trailer, receiving a new registration and plate decal and finding the plate has fallen off somewhere — probably on the boat ramp. Have sticker, have registration, have trailer, have no plate.
the cofeeshop at one of the ramps I use down here has a wall-mounted collection of rusted through plates they’ve fished off the base of the ramp. One day last summer there wasa DMV coke bottle lenses subcontinment clerk in there trying to read the plate numbers. I found the scene to be surreal.
Holy Cow!
Jim
How about this for stupidity: a mandatory court date for expired registration. About 10 hours after I arrive back in the states. Yes, I’m bitted.