I know I am not just imagining the anger that is pointed at me as I drive in my car.  It’s not that I am a bad driver.  It’s that I still have my Colorado license plates.

If you move to Montana, the very first thing you should do is change your license plates.  Before you find a job.  Before you find a place to live.  Before you turn the U-Haul in…go directly to the DMV and change your license plates. 

The first sign I was a perceived out-of-stater was horns blaring a little too soon when a light turned green.  Then I was merging onto I-90 from an on-ramp and the big white truck behind me zoomed around me on the left.  Though I am known to be a pretty good speeder on highways, I wasn’t going fast enough.  That is when it dawned on me that “hey, maybe it’s my Colorado plates!” 

I tried to visit the Bozeman Wal-Mart.  There was another large truck in front of me.  I watched as he zoomed around the car in front of him, with no regard to people in the parking lot or oncoming traffic.  What a jerk, I thought.  Then I noticed the car in front of him…Arizona plates. 

I also got my car dented up pretty well.  It’s clear that someone who parked next to me decided to open their door several times, ramming it into my door several times until paint was chipped off.  Thanks, asswipe.  I was born here.  Were you?  Does it matter?  The 14th amendment in the Consititution allows people to move between states.  Take it up with Congress if you don’t like it, whoever you are, you door chipper, you.

The way I figure it, the person who dented up my car just helped me to blend in a little better. 

Anyway, undeterred in my move back to Montana, I am visiting the DMV this week. 

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