When Stef moved we transferred the car to her. She registered it, got a smog certificate and California tags.
Case closed? Of course not!
Yesterday we got a form from the DMV telling us the registration is suspended. That’s fine because the car is properly registered elsewhere. These tags are long gone. Stef doesn’t know where they went. If you’re at a Fridays and see Connecticut marker FORCST on the wall let me know.
We already sent the DMV a form a week or so ago trying to prevent this from happening. Stuff crosses in the mail I suppose.
In the end though everything is proper I’m scared this suspended registration will come back to haunt me. “Mr Fox, we’d love to give you the Nobel Peace Prize, but do you remember that Toyota your daughter drove?” I should have been suspicious when Toyota didn’t recall it this past winter!
I just spoke with Jackie at the DMV’s Insurance Division. Nine minutes on hold with the obligatory ‘we’re shocked at the high call volume’ announcment. Then two minutes with Jackie.
“Wait,” she suggested. And so I will.
Jackie was very nice, but there’s something inherently dysfunctional with anything any state’s DMV touches. They don’t mean to be that way. It’s inherent in the system. It’s unavoidable.
The forms we received and returned are as stark and unfriendly as possible. In black and red type they scream, “We know you’re thinking of an excuse, but we don’t give a s**t so don’t even try.”
Even the on-hold messages which were surely designed to be friendly and helpful were unfriendly, unhelpful and often seemed condescending. And, again, I know DMV put the messages on with a pure heart. No human is strong enough to overcome the DMV curse!
Hopefully when we return from California the mess will have straightened itself out. However, if it hasn’t I’ll bet they’ll again be surprised by the high call volume.