Part of my evening commute during the week is picking my wife up from school.  She both takes classes from and works at the local community college, which is in a fairly rural part of the county, so sometimes I see some moderately-terrifying bumper stickers on the cars and trucks out there.

The most disturbing was a “14-88” bumper sticker in Fraktur, which made me very glad when it didn’t turn into the college driveway.  But, I digress.

Tonight’s was, well, less disturbing.  Simply put, I was behind the Honda Civic of the world’s most honest man, and fortunately we were both stopped at the same stoplight so I could take a photo without breaking any laws.

Unknown Honda Civic driver, I salute you.

Also you need to replace a taillight.