Weekly Roundup: It's Not A Story The GTI Jedi Would Have Told You Edition

I will admit to being fascinated by vanity plates. I've had a few, all of them bad. In fact, now that I think of it, I don't think I've ever seen a genuinely witty one, on my car or others. There is something intrinsically pathetic about wanting people to be impressed or enlightened by your plate. With that said, I also admire the spirit of paying a couple extra bucks to avoid wearing what amounts to a state identification number on your vehicle.

Still. The worst plates are the ones which simply restate the badge on the car, and I've been guilty ("E46 3LTR", "DISCO") a few times. My old mentor in the pimp game, the Big Dog, was infamous for doing this ("TDI Q7"). He would also make bad puns in steel --- "AUDIOS" comes to mind. The worst one he ever had was when he picked up two Range Rover 4.6 Vitesses, one in red and the other in eye-searing yellow. The plate: "TWEETY".

After seeing the above at a Michigan gas station, however, I'm thinking that "TWEETY" wasn't that bad.

This week marks the re-debut of Avoidable Contact, this time at Hagerty's media site, and the first installment is called To All The Cars I've Crashed Before.