As I was driving to work this morning, a middle-aged woman in a volvo pulled up right next to me, tooted her horn, and waved enthusiastically. Then she passed me. Turns out, she had University of Richmond license plates, too.
That little exchange made my mush plates worth the cost and all of the DMV hassle.
You just know that she's going to tell her co-workers, husband, kids, and pastor about those kick-ass, stick-it-to-Cooper tags she saw this morning.