License and Registration, Part Deux
UPDATE:
I have a colleague that was STL born and bred. He's the kind of guy who "knows someone" and the guy who can always "get you the hookup." He's offered before to hook me up with illegal cable and what not but I'm just not into playing that game. Nevertheless, you know this guy. The guy who always seems to get around life and bend the rules to suit his fancy. I don't know how he always manages to do it but he does. In any event, we were at lunch yesterday and the topic of planting roots in the city came up and I mentioned I was doing just that by registering my car. He recently bought a car in Michigan but registered it here and said he wasn't doing the whole "front plate thing." When I asked why, he said his car didn't have a front plate thing and therefore, he wasn't doing it. He told me if I didn't have one either, the cops wouldn't mess with me. Plain and simple. Yet I walked away from that conversation going, "yeah right. I'll end up with a fancy ticket."
So I called the Toyota Dealership today and spoke with Bob. I picture Bob as some jovial, overweight, easy going fellow. The guy whose parents signed him up for pee-wee football because he was bigger than everybody else. He went on to play high school ball but never played in college, don't know if he went to college, and is now the guy everyone wants to know at Toyota because he really can, "hook you up." I explained my situation to Bob who said he'd have to look into it and call me back. Sure enough, he did and said he'd make me a deal. If I came in for an oil change, he'd do the front plate for me at no charge. That's awesome I said but I don't need an oil change. In the end, Bob said he just wanted to make a new customer and if I came by and said hello, he'd be happy to make it all happen for $12.00. Twelve Bucks. Steal.
Here I was thinking this would be some big endeavor with lots of drilling and a hefty price tag. But nope. Bob told me to stop by in the morning and he'd take care of it. I figure a quick trip and $12 is a safer bet than waiting to see if I get stopped and slammed with a $112-134 ticket (yes, I looked it up) for not having my front plate.
Cheers.
I have a colleague that was STL born and bred. He's the kind of guy who "knows someone" and the guy who can always "get you the hookup." He's offered before to hook me up with illegal cable and what not but I'm just not into playing that game. Nevertheless, you know this guy. The guy who always seems to get around life and bend the rules to suit his fancy. I don't know how he always manages to do it but he does. In any event, we were at lunch yesterday and the topic of planting roots in the city came up and I mentioned I was doing just that by registering my car. He recently bought a car in Michigan but registered it here and said he wasn't doing the whole "front plate thing." When I asked why, he said his car didn't have a front plate thing and therefore, he wasn't doing it. He told me if I didn't have one either, the cops wouldn't mess with me. Plain and simple. Yet I walked away from that conversation going, "yeah right. I'll end up with a fancy ticket."
So I called the Toyota Dealership today and spoke with Bob. I picture Bob as some jovial, overweight, easy going fellow. The guy whose parents signed him up for pee-wee football because he was bigger than everybody else. He went on to play high school ball but never played in college, don't know if he went to college, and is now the guy everyone wants to know at Toyota because he really can, "hook you up." I explained my situation to Bob who said he'd have to look into it and call me back. Sure enough, he did and said he'd make me a deal. If I came in for an oil change, he'd do the front plate for me at no charge. That's awesome I said but I don't need an oil change. In the end, Bob said he just wanted to make a new customer and if I came by and said hello, he'd be happy to make it all happen for $12.00. Twelve Bucks. Steal.
Here I was thinking this would be some big endeavor with lots of drilling and a hefty price tag. But nope. Bob told me to stop by in the morning and he'd take care of it. I figure a quick trip and $12 is a safer bet than waiting to see if I get stopped and slammed with a $112-134 ticket (yes, I looked it up) for not having my front plate.
Cheers.
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