The Department of Motor Vehicles: Sixty Minutes in Heaven
I recently had the good fortune (please read that with intense sarcasm) of having to interact with the Department of Motor Vehicles, an organization who’s very name screams “painful experience” and “test of will”. I was there to obtain historic tags for my 1999 Toyota Camry (nicknamed “Stan”) who – yes – is still on the road after all of these years, but is only driven occasionally by my youngest daughter (this disclaimer is provided to assure the DMV that…