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Personalized License Plates


Today I was particularly reminded of one of my...issues. I don't trust anyone with a personalized license plate. Okay, I do: my dad has one and he's the most trustworthy guy I know. But I definitely question forging a new friendship with someone that has one. I can't avoid it; those plates give me pause. They scream at me on the road - I am forced to drive behind them, brake around them, figure out their codes or feel cheated. Each day, whenever I see one, I feel wondrous. I wonder what I could possibly want to broadcast to everyone badly enough to take the time to order something that says "I*heart*MYKDS" or "FNWAGON", or, as my dad's vanity plate sports, his ham radio handle. I know you probably have one, and I'm offending you, and I'm sorry (you too Dad). But if we can't air our pet peeves then the real troubles come out. And that's a bad thing sometimes.

*warmup: 250 free, 2 x 75s IM
repeat 2x

add fins for:
*3 x 50's kick, 200 fast free, 100 back
*3 x 50's kick, 100 fast free, 100 back
*3 x 50's kick, 200 fast free, 100 back
*3 x 50's kick, 100 fast free, 100 back

remove fins for:
*50 kick drill, 50 fast free, 50 mixed stroke
repeat 5x
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