Avert your eyes from my pollen-encrusted hood and behold! The mother of all personalized plates: It says what it is. It is what it says. By default it becomes anything and everything you need or want it to be. (And the car it’s attached too ain’t all bad, either. In fact it’s downright appropriate). I once watched with amusement as a police officer tried to decide if my ’97 T-bird Sport was blue or green. I can only imagine the Abbott-and-Costello hilarity if he had to discuss this particular car.