Just got a phone call from my eldest....(a daughter) to say she loves me. When asked "What brought this on"....her reply was "I was just remembering the incident with the Plate"
Now before explination you need some background.....at 16 my long haired BLONDE daughter (and her fellow blonde best bud girlfriend/partner in mischief) were the type that turned every male head they passed. (It was at times funny,at others most disconcerting). It was first car time and I had been restoring a 65 Falcon convert for the occasion. Came the big day, big dissappointment, she had to drive my old "work car" a 280 Z 2+2 til she was more experienced. In the mean time, one of my friends had a side business making plastic replica plates with what ever saying you wanted. I placed an order....(and illegally affixed one to the rear of the Falcon) Several months later I decided she was ready for the Falcon (besides it was almost summer) That first afternoon they were going to go cruise the beach (enticing for Guys). Later that night I heard a screeching of tires as they arrived home royally miffed and HOT under the collar. After a long day of strangely being ignored everywhere they cruised......someone had pointed out their plate to them.......they came home on full Kill DAD.
OH yeah the plate....it read JL BATE.......