I make a very bad ritual out of not renewing my car registration. Yes, I know that after 6 months it is considered tax evasion or something equally as damning. I just can’t help myself to not grant an iota of legitimacy to a practice of buying a sticker every year. I stopped liking stickers some time during the ‘getting stickers means your mom isn’t going to be mad’ experiment they pulled on you when you are in preschool.
There is one thing I do respect though, and that is the threat of being hauled off to prison for not paying a non-moving violation citation on time, and consequently getting your license suspended, which in turn has you driving around illegally for some length of time.
So, there I am driving to the Clerk of the County Court to pay my ticket and subsequent late fees, looking for every cop on the road like they had poisonous blow darts. How would it feel getting pulled over at that point? I have no intention of ever finding out.
Needless to say, while my drive to court was the most nerve racking experience I have had in recent memory, my drive to work from the court house was quite relaxing. I even went 15 over the limit on the highway. While that might seem like a small act of rebellion, it is in fact even smaller than you might imagine. It simply meant that only half of the people on the road were passing me.
The moral of this story? Stickers are still stupid.
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