Licensed.

Driving back to central Ohio from southern Indiana, I found myself finding license plates. "DAVE CRY," said one. Not long after I left a rest stop, I saw "BOLD ONE," on a Lexus that was anything but. And then, during a standstill south of the state capital, there was the sleek black car with a plate reading "TITHING." It was that one--since we were in a standstill, after all--that made me reach for my little notebook, made me scrawl before we restarted.