Le 20 janvier Rwanda’s a pretty small country – just bigger than Rhode Island, actually. Also, there’s only a small percentage that can afford a car and though there are a great many motos on the road, the numbers are few compared to the total population. This makes it easy for there to be only a few varieties of license plates. Cars will get an “RAA” or “RAB” followed by a few numbers and a letter. Motos are assigned an “RA” or “RB” with a few numbers and another letter.
In Rhode Island, up until a few years ago, the license plates were two letters followed by three numbers. My Grandpa Barry, Richard Barry, had acquired a plate at point that carried his initials, and that plate has since made its way down to my family’s car. I learned to drive in a car carrying the “RB-159” plate, and now I think the plate is on Mike’s car.
I wish I could even express to you the joy it brings me when I see the motos’ “RB-###” plates. Each time, I look to see what the number is, hoping that one day I’ll be able to spot the “RB-159.” I would love to share this information with a friend or any passing stranger, but it’s the strangest thing about living in a poor country – I don’t like to tell people that I have my own car, so I keep this fun fact to myself.
I’m convinced that if I’m destined to see the lucky plate that it will be when I’m with my parents on their trip here. I’m not quite sure what I’ll do if I see the “RB-159,” but at least if I’m with my parents I’ll be able to rejoice aloud!
In Rhode Island, up until a few years ago, the license plates were two letters followed by three numbers. My Grandpa Barry, Richard Barry, had acquired a plate at point that carried his initials, and that plate has since made its way down to my family’s car. I learned to drive in a car carrying the “RB-159” plate, and now I think the plate is on Mike’s car.
I wish I could even express to you the joy it brings me when I see the motos’ “RB-###” plates. Each time, I look to see what the number is, hoping that one day I’ll be able to spot the “RB-159.” I would love to share this information with a friend or any passing stranger, but it’s the strangest thing about living in a poor country – I don’t like to tell people that I have my own car, so I keep this fun fact to myself.
I’m convinced that if I’m destined to see the lucky plate that it will be when I’m with my parents on their trip here. I’m not quite sure what I’ll do if I see the “RB-159,” but at least if I’m with my parents I’ll be able to rejoice aloud!
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