You may remember my fully-illustrated visit to the DMV a few weeks ago - there was much waiting, much sitting around, and to top off the fun, I failed for having a bad seal on my gas cap. (Oooops - sorry 'bout those fumes, atmosphere.)
Today was my last chance to get the car re-inspected without having to pay another inspection fee, so I had to go, even though it's a Saturday and a holiday weekend and everyone else would be there, too.
I was ready for a major ordeal. I left the house at about 7:15 with a bag of magazines, snacks, and cough medicines. (The inspection station opens at 7 on Saturday, but I have limits.) When I got close to the DMV, there was no line of cars around the corner and I thought, oh no, it's closed. But no - there just weren't that many people. I waited about 20 minutes, they tested my car, it passed, and I went around the corner to register and get a new title.
Anyway, I am now the proud owner of a pair of D.C. license plates. I thought the Maryland plates were better-looking, but I defy you to find a better license plate slogan than D.C.'s.
Since I said last time I'd bring my real camera on my next visit, here's one of the few photos I had time to take, displaying the extraordinary cleanliness of my back window:
Yesterday I paid my mechanic to get the rest of the tinting film and the horrible glue off the back window - I was afraid some overzealous inspector would fail me for the shreds of purple left behind after the scraping party on the last visit. I kept looking in the rear-view mirror and being shocked at how much I could see.