A to55er is my generic name for a person with personalized car number plates. OK I can just about excuse someone whose name is, let’s say for argument, Virgil Darcy, and they suffer such a large ego that they feel compelled to display the number plate VD 1. This to me just says “The person inside this car has a large ego and a very small d1ck”.
It’s the car owners so desperate for some sort of recognition that they convince themselves that a 3 is an E and an 8 is a B, that feel compelled to re-space the letters and numbers and even make use of the screws that hold the number plate in place in a desperate attempt to spell their name that I’m referring to. These are the also-rans; the ones on this planet just making up the numbers.
If it was up to me I’d have all these men – and I’m pretty sure they are all undersized men – rounded up, issued with high-visibility yellow jackets displaying to55er in large black letters on the back, and made to do community service.