You never know what you'll see on any given day while driving in Tampa.
Like this car.
Looks normal enough, right?
Check out the plate.
There's a "biting your pecker" joke in here somewhere, but I'm not going to be the one to make it. Nope. Not me. I have higher standards.
Heeding to that level of class, there's this vehicle:
His tag is a verbal canvas for his emotions as well.
Buc me??? No, pal. Buc you, my friend. And the horse you rode in on.
Whew. I feel better now that I've gotten that off my chest.
PREVIOUS ADVENTURES IN TRAFFIC:
Such a dirty mess.
How cheep can you be?
I'm super! Thanks for asking.
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Hearse so good.
Drive fast, take chances.
Riding with Fab the deejay.
Beware of the Death Explorer.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
My other car is a rocket-propelled grenade.
Live long and prosper. In an Altima.
Just two good ol' boys.
Nicotine is my crash helmet.
Jazz hands moms.
Ugly lug nuts.
My honor student can kick your ass.
Horse and buddy.