License plate shenanigans

No miles. Spent a little time at the mini-DMV in the courthouse complex to transfer the plate from the R 1200 GS to the R 90/6. Have to, since I won’t be able to obey the vintage plate laws – I could probably get away with it like so many scofflaws that avoid paying property taxes by putting vintage plates on their old cars & trucks, but I want to be on the up & up and frankly, if I’m going to be riding the Airhead full time in 2025, I want my regular personalized plate on it. Total cost $2 and about 15 minutes.

My 1976 R 90/6 in the back of a Dodge RAM pickup truck in the previous owner’s driveway, just before I hauled it from Arizona to Virginia. Beside it is a 2022 G 310 GS that belongs to the MOA.

One Year Later: Little did I know the pile of crap this plate transfer would unleash on my life. The clerk I dealt with marked the plate as “surrendered” instead of “transferred,” which of course I did not know until many months later when I got pulled over by a cop (while driving my car) because apparently I’m not diligent about using my turn signals. He said my plates – on my car, mind you – were “invalid” and I guess because I looked so surprised, he let me go with a warning and an admonition to get to DMV to get this cleared up. The problem wasn’t only with my bike’s plate, but also with my car’s plates, which WERE marked as “surrendered,” something I wouldn’t discover until October when I tried to renew them.