The man with the golden car.

"My name is Bond, James Bond."
"No sir. Again, your name is Dominguez, Tony Dominguez. You're not british. You're not MI5. You're not on Her Majesty's service. You have no license to kill, and worse of all, you have a suspended driver's license. Now put your hands against the wall and spread'em!"

What would drive a person to think that driving a YELLOW Nissan SUV qualifies him for the kind of cool James Bond exhudes? First off, his car is not golden. Second, Bond would probably be inclined to drive an Aston Martin or some other sport luxury vehicle, but a frigging Nissan X-Terra? Here's a list. See for yourself. This SUV should not be eligible for this plate.

"Nope, sir. Sorry. Your car is not in the approved list for cool vanity plates. Especially not with that horrible black stripe. My supervisor would kill me if he knew I'm even talking to you anymore. Your car is approved for one of the following, though: DADDY-O, PAPITO, LATNKNG, and JRKOFF."

So, please, refrain from this kind of public display of uncool posseurism. It's embarrassing to all parties involved.

My name's Trueno, Pepe Trueno.