One of the great joys of driving on NZ roads is the frequent occurrence of personalised numberplates.
Yesterday as we drove up north, we were trailing an employee of Mint Plumbing (clearly had an impact!) and their number plate was ØTURDS.
Outstanding.
However, nothing will come close to the King.
Many years ago, I remember seeing this 19 year old lad, with a burning red hair styled in a mullet, windscreen down, cig in hand, in a lime green Holden Commodore, flooring it down State Route 1.
Number plate?
PENETR8R.