I still have a fascination with license plates and the bumper stickers put on their cars.
The license plate thing these days is more geared toward trying to decipher the message contained on someone’s vanity plates.
That often takes a combination of having a very open mind as to the intended grouping of letters and numbers and to the message.
Of course, the exercise isn’t complete until then driving past the car driver and either giving them a thumbs up or a shoulder shrug.
The bumper sticker thing is more just a question of reading and then trying to imagine what the person in the car will look like once going past them.
For example, in my experience, those with the “Choose Civility” bumper sticker tend to be very rude drivers, but they don’t look rude.
What both fascinations have in common is that as I get older, the distance that I need to get within range to be able to read the plates and the bumper stickers is increasingly getting smaller and smaller.
That brings some danger, but sometimes it’s really hard to resist.
When I say “sometimes,” I mean that I can never resist and it is the reason that my wife won’t let me drive when we’re together.
I need to be within range.