I finally did it. I brought myself to change out my Basque-themed license plate, karrokanpo and all, for one of those lame, bland, run-of-the-mill Idaho plates everybody has, after the plate honoring Idaho’s Basque heritage was discontinued last year .
Actually, my friend changed them for me after I mentioned they’d been expired since March. I’d been driving the new ones around in my car for the last few weeks, but I couldn’t find the time or desire to swap them up. He made a really good point about the police taking offense at my offense and giving me a ticket if they found out, so after we came home from dinner he asked for a screwdriver and got down to it. I’m back to being legal.
Maybe next year, when it’s time to renew again, I’ll check the other designs or think about some witty “one-worder” to plaster on my new license plate. For now, I’ll frame one of the Basque ones to hang it on my wall and ship the other one to my friend in Santurtzi, a former soccer player in my hometown of Ortuella. I don’t know him very well, but I saw his license plate collection from a trip he took to the US a few years back. You could tell how proud he was and how fondly he talked about the time he spent traveling around the States, so I thought his would be the perfect place for an old karrokanpo license plate to rest, surrounded, somewhere in the Basque Country, by its own kind.
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