Plate Replacement So I decide that yesterday was a good a day as any to switch out my old plates with the new ones that I just received in the mail. I grab the flathead unscrew driver and grab the plates and go outside only to find that the damn screws on the back side of the car are like cemented in and not moving. I struggled with it for about five minutes to see if I could get it to budge. Nothing. Not only that but the damn things started to strip. I had talked to Sara and she was on her way home so I decided to wait til she got back before I would make any deciscion on going out and finding some assistance. She got back and I asked her to give it a try. Nothing. Not even the slightest movement. Well maybe some movement, but the damn things weren't going anywhere. I checked the front ones and saw that those would easily come off, but what good would I be and how big a target for pulling over would I become if I had two different license plate numbers from front to back. So I said fuck it. Where can I go to get some assistance on this. I decided to drive down to Saratoga Honda to see if someone would gladly assist me and not charge me for such bullshit work. I find a little embarrassed as I do anytime I go to a stupid car place and deal with these people who know way too much about cars compared to me, very similar to when I go to a bike shop. So anyway. I get there and ask the guy if he would mind helping me. He grabs a much wider and longer unscrew driver and gives it a go. I told him, "yeah I'm switching them with some plates I got from work".. he said, "do they say eden on them?" and I said yes. We bullshitted a second or two about what I did there, etc.. Well maybe I bullshitted to the guy trying to get the damn screws off and he didn't really bullshit back but whatever no matter. So they started to come off and the guy was like, "do you have new screws to put this back on with" and i was like, "nah, i'll probably just toss those back on there".. he was like, "you dont want to do that, i'll get you some".. i was thinking, great hope he doesn't charge me for them... so I walk back in the office with him and wait a few seconds. Some fat kid and his mom were playing eye-spy. I thought about helping him, but couldn't find the bat. The guy, Jeff comes back out with a handful of screws and says.. "tell clement next time he hands out plates, to hand out screws".. I said sure. So then I proceeded to go out and replace the plates. Moral of the story. What a pain in the ass for such a remidial task. And... if you replace your plates and need new screws come talk to me.   ¶ 10/08/2003 10:19:00 AM