Scofflaws in the hood

Back in April, when I changed my walking route to encompass more city streets (as opposed to the W&OD Trail), I started to notice license plates of parked cars.

Specifically—I clocked so many that were expired. At first, it was a couple of months past renewal.

But then it went back years.

2023:

2021:

2020:

And it's not just the actual plates. Here's a temporary tag—the one the dealer gives you to hold you over until the DMV sends out the metal ones:

 This one I thought was giving an extra special thumb-nosing:

But then I realized they'd put the month/year on the front plate. (This is illegal in Virginia; these stickers have to go on both front and rear plates.)

This guy is really bolshie; but then...it's a Tesla.

This is just in about a one-mile stretch—and includes some real scofflaws in my own cluster.

I don’t know why the People’s Republic should be such a hotbed of vehicular outlawry, but here we are.

 

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