My hubby recently bought a new ute. New vehicle means… new number plate. But this one was easy to remember. Katfish had it sorted in a trice; Mad Bad Dad. (MBD)
Which made me think of other memory games we’ve played with vehicles.
Our latest family mover had us stumped for a while – until I linked it to 1 Corinthians 13:8; Love Never Fails. Before that we drove the Hot Groovy Dog. And further back, the EGgPlant.
I can’t remember the number plate for my first beautiful little blue car – but I do know make and model! VK Commodore – Very Kathryn! My parent’s vehicle at the time was a Very Nice (VN) Commodore. (It was our first near-new car AND it had air-conditioning – so it really WAS very nice!)
The number plate for one of my Dad’s more recent Commodores was Eat Your Bacon – appropriate for the pig farmer he was at the time.
Hmmm… I am realising that the numbers don’t actually play much of a part in our ‘number plate’ memorisations. Maybe they should be called ‘name-game plates’ instead.
That would be ‘NGP’, according to Katfish.