Remember back about 5-6 months ago when my personalized license plates were stolen?
As I wrote in the followup:
Q: What do you think your odds are of ever having your plates again?
A: Right now, I’m guessing that it’s about 1 in 3 of someone feeling the urge to send it back to me, about 1 in 3 of finding the front plate (wherever it might be), and about 1 in 3 of being completely SOL. Depending on how much more publicity this gets, of course.
Turns out there was one option I didn’t include in that list: successfully throwing myself on the mercy of the California DMV. It wasn’t that I didn’t think of it; actually, it was that I figured the chances were so small of it working as to be not worth mentioning. After all, their rules (PDF) are straightforward: you have to have one plate in order to get replacements. If both are gone, they won’t reissue them.
As of yesterday, I now have my license plates again. This time, they ain’t going on the car until I get the fancy bolts that can’t be removed. And as Tom picked those up today (thanks, sweetie!), the next time you see me driving around, I should be properly labeled once again.