In California, more than anywhere else I’ve lived, you
are what you drive. I noticed that big time when I was working in the film
industry in LA back in the last century, and it hasn’t changed for the Valley
They Call Silicon here in the future.
I confess to getting a bit of a kick out of seeing how
people project themselves via various configurations of metal and means of
propulsion. (Twenty years ago I would have specified internal combustion types;
but that’s so last-millenium. There’s literally a Tesla dealership down the
street from me, and maybe 20% of cars around here are either all-electric or hybrid.)
So imagine my take on this particular 7-series BMW:
I mean, is it someone with multiple personalities or someone who can't fit his/her head into the vehicle?
Well, they don’t call them vanity plates for nothing.
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