Some think that people with vanity plates are assholes.
Not me. I think it’s all about the messaging.
To me, vanity plates are a lot like Twitter. Both provide a limited number of characters to tell the world who you are and what you stand for.
In a sense vanity plates are nothing more than a pinned tweet rolling across life’s highways.
Some plates are so cryptic, I really have no idea what they are trying to say.
Others say way too much.
I have witnessed two vanity plate sightings that I will never forget.
One was on an electric blue Trans Am that I saw speeding on the Long Island Expressway in 1993 with the license plate that read: NANA1.
Mind you, there is a slim chance that it may have been a white Honda. However, when I make my movie, I promise it will be an electric blue Trans Am.
Another was a Porsche 911 convertible with a license plate that read: 1TRADE. I spotted this one just as I was just starting my career on Wall Street.
Each was inspiring in its own way.
I guess that the moral of this blog post is: If you want to leave a lasting impression – whether in a tweet or on a plate – just make sure it’s not one of being an asshole.
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