Every year since junior high school I have kept a list of
the state and provincial license plates I have seen in a calendar year. It’s all Warren Leary Jr.'s fault because of
that column he used to run in the Rice
Lake Chronotype telling about the new state license plates he had seen during his lunch-time walks down Main Street each week in summer.
I used to try to get all 50 states in random order which
was pretty easy and usually done before Memorial Day. Then I moved to
Washington DC where it was ridiculously easy - in 1997 I saw all 50 states in 4
hours and 13 minutes on New Year's Day. Attending a meeting in Yellowstone National
Park in 1982 I saw all 50 states and every Canadian province in four days
driving around the park!
In the early 1990s I started doing the states randomly
and then also in alphabetical order (Alabama before Alaska before Arizona
before Arkansas.....). That became a bit
more of a challenge but there have been only 2 years since 1991 that I have not
seen all 50 states alphabetically. Most recently it was 2013 when out of desperation I spent most of the afternoon of December 31 sitting by the bridge at the Proctor Road overpass watching northbound cars on Interstate 75 through my binoculars hoping for a Wyoming plate. I sat there until dark - one never showed.
In the past I would start out at 12:01 a.m. cruising
hotel parking lots looking for plates.
One year I was pulled over in the parking lot of the Interstate Holiday
Inn by the Grand Island Nebraska Police Department. The police had received a
report that someone was sizing up cars to break and enter. Luckily I had a data
sheet with me showing check marks by each state I had seen so far. The cop just shook his head and told me to
drive safely.
Now that I’m older and hopefully a little wiser I no
longer go out at midnight because of a healthy fear of drunk drivers and of
sobriety checkpoints. Instead I sleep
until I wake up and then hit the pavement as I did this morning.
By simply checking parking lots at the Holiday Inn
Express, Hampton Inn and Courtyard by Mormonott near my home, I picked up 35
states, Ontario, and the prize of the year – Guanajuato, Mexico. That’s a rare one to find even in Mexico so I
consider myself extremely fortunate.
Since moving to Florida with its 67 county plates and 140
or so “vanity” plates I have also kept track of them although I don’t worry
about whether they are alphabetical or not.
I’ve never seen all of the vanity plates (some of the University plates
are damned difficult to find – one has only 350 plates issued in the entire
state). About the only way to see all
the county plates is to visit each county and most years I do so just to get
the plates.
This morning’s haul was quite good for only a few minutes
effort. Best of all was that I not only
saw Alabama through Georgia but with some backtracking was able to see them all
alphabetically. That means that I’m now
looking for Hawaii and it’s still early morning on January 1. After posting this I’m going to throw my dog
in the car and she and I are going license plate hunting.
In Sarasota the hot spots are the hotel parking lots by
the freeway, those by the airport, then St. Armand’s Circle, Lido Key, and the
parking lots on Siesta Key. There is a
gigantic Mormon Church on Beneva Road where Utah (and usually Idaho) are a
piece of cake on worship days so unless I score one or both on Lido Key I’ll
have to cruise the church parking lot until one shows up.
I keep all of my license plate sightings in an Excel
spreadsheet and also keep track of the date on which I see each unique
plate. Many people think I’m pretty
weird for doing this and every one of them is correct. However there aren’t many things that someone
in their 60s can do that they did as a child that still brings them a sense of
adventure.
