While on the Westbound 105 this morning, the above SUV barreled on by me and upon glimpsing its enigmatic personalized license plate, I went right to work attempting to decipher the mystery, with my rapidly derailing train of thought going something like this: “Uh…. Low Zinc Lick? Nah. Losin’ Clock? Nah. Low Zen Cal…? Nah. Lousy North Carolina Luck? Nah. Loose Uncle Kay? Nah.
Only somewhere around between that point and the scramble to get this picture did I glance up and to the left and finally see the helpful solution stickered there on the rear window that reads: “Lewis and Clark… get it?”
Ohhhhh yeah! Lewis and Clark! Of course! Yeah, I get it… uh no actually. No, I don’t get it. Why the heck is that horrendous spelling of the famed adventurers’ names crammed onto your Ford’s license plate?
Then I got it: The SUV’s an Expedition!