Volvos to the left of me, Volvos to the right, stuck in the middle

Yesterday, I looked at one of the three high performance Swedish driving machines that I own. The registration tag was out of date. Well, I’ll be, it is past March isn’t it? So, today I went to the Dept. of Motor Vehicles. I know, I know, some people break out in hives if they set foot inside the doors of the DMV. Nothing says, “government bureaucracy” quite like the DMV. They have a nice system that lets you make an appointment. No sooner had I walked through the automatic doors under DMV’s slogan “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate” (it [...]