We passed a car on the highway with the license plate "BEARFN1".
I am assuming the owner meant it to express the joie de vivre of ursines, but when I asked my five year old to read it, he said: "BARFing??!? Ew, gross!".
 A Chicago highway, the only place I've ever had a driver behind me honk because I was going *only* fifteen miles over the speed limit and I needed to move over to the granny lane.