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I don't pull the old one off, but when they get thick enough there's usually a separation in the pile somewhere that's already showing slight signs of peeling. In the years when I see that I'll pull off a few of the top ones before sticking the new one on.
People complaining about having to have stickers need to be informed of how it was in the past.
(Tell us more stories about the good old days, Grandpa!) Okay, I will...
Everybody had to get 2 new plates every year. And ALL between the first of January and the first of February (they didn't stagger renewals out through the year based on birth month). So instead of just wiping off a 1" X 1 1/2" sticker on your plate before sticking the new one on, you were out there in January crawling under your bumpers in the mud, ice, and snow to get at the screws and nuts holding your plates on (real metal, not the easy, no-rust nylon things we have now). And no doing it by mail. You had to get your butt to the county courthouse. So every Saturday morning in January there was a line outside the courthouse of working people (who couldn't make it during weekday working hours) getting their new plates. And the last day of January? Forget about it, huge line of procrastinators. And every year the local television station would do a report on the last day rush (kinda like they do now on Apr 15).
But yeah, I hate the stickers everywhere people, too. Usually the same people who have the, "If you ain't a hawkeye you ain't [excrement]" bumper stickers.
People complaining about having to have stickers need to be informed of how it was in the past.
(Tell us more stories about the good old days, Grandpa!) Okay, I will...
Everybody had to get 2 new plates every year. And ALL between the first of January and the first of February (they didn't stagger renewals out through the year based on birth month). So instead of just wiping off a 1" X 1 1/2" sticker on your plate before sticking the new one on, you were out there in January crawling under your bumpers in the mud, ice, and snow to get at the screws and nuts holding your plates on (real metal, not the easy, no-rust nylon things we have now). And no doing it by mail. You had to get your butt to the county courthouse. So every Saturday morning in January there was a line outside the courthouse of working people (who couldn't make it during weekday working hours) getting their new plates. And the last day of January? Forget about it, huge line of procrastinators. And every year the local television station would do a report on the last day rush (kinda like they do now on Apr 15).
But yeah, I hate the stickers everywhere people, too. Usually the same people who have the, "If you ain't a hawkeye you ain't [excrement]" bumper stickers.
