I'd been holding out for far too long, skirting the law, but I finally broke down and did it...
I got Idaho license plates for my car.
I'd been holding on to the Oregon plates forever, maintaining Oregon residency for longer than recommended, just to keep another reminder of my home state, but I finally ran out of excuses and was forced to register my car in The Mississippi of the West.
Strangely, it feels like my driving IQ has gone down by about 20 points, and I no longer have the desire to use my turn signals...hopefully, I'll be able to resist the urge to tailgate unnecessarily.
Dave
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Never fear: your car knows where its roots are.
When I moved from Maine and got my first Washington plates, I couldn't get the screws out of the front plate, so I took the car to a garage (which shall remain unnamed). They apparently didn't want to take the time to drill out the rusted screws so they pop-riveted the new plate on top of the old one. Which I think was completely illegal, but I didn't get cited and have a completely different car now.
So my car still had a secret Maine identity. And spoke with an accent (either Downeast or Franco-American, whatever).
I think if you consider it a temporary aberration, you may find yourself leaving the required distance-by-mph between your car and the person in front.
I'll be sure to check to see if it's you tailgating me the next time I'm in Moscow - which may actually be this afternoon - wow! -
And hey, the colors are so patriotic.
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