Declaring Victory—Then Going Home

RAV4 Hybrid Limited

In Missouri, what is known as the DMV everywhere else, is called the Department of Revenue. Because folks, let us face it, it is really all about the money. I have lived in Missouri for forty-three years and one of this state’s least desirable aspects has been its auto license plate renewal process. In the beginning, every year, for each vehicle that we owned and since we never had cars that were purchased in the same calendar month, at different times of the year, I had to undergo the state mandated procedure for renewing our auto registration. Now, they allow two-year registrations, but only for an additional “convenience” fee.

This process begins with a paper chase for all the bits of documentation that are required to get new tags and woe to that supplicant who neglected to accumulate them all. Your reward for such negligence was to be turned away empty handed, after having waited for a seeming eternity at the Department of Revenue office. Also, in the beginning most of these offices were patronage affairs. Each new governor would select the private citizen who would run each office, for a fee.

This fee was added to the normal renewal fee, but they were both preceded by other taxes and fees. There was the Personal Property Tax, which is akin to real-estate property taxes, which we also pay, but separately. You needed to save the receipt for this tax, because it will be one of the chits of paper that you need to have to renew your car next time. You also needed to have “proof of financial responsibility.” Otherwise known as an insurance ID card. Finally, in addition to the renewal form, you needed to have forms that show that your vehicle has recently passed both a safety and an emissions test.

For late model cars such as ours, these tests are often waived. This year I did not need a safety test, but I was required to have an emissions test. In the past this would mean queuing up at a special county run emissions testing station. Where hoses would be attached to the tailpipes and the amount of exhaust and its individual polluting components were measured. They do not do that anymore. Emissions test now can be performed by your local auto shop, where they simply check the car’s computer for codes.

For older cars the safety test can be quite a hurdle. Basically, you are asking a mechanic to look for work and then demand that it be performed or else. This was often the most expensive aspect of getting new tags. It became such a problem that thieves would steal the new tags. These tags were originally placed in a corner of the plate, but thieves would simply take tinsnips and cutoff that corner. They now affix these tags to the center of the plate.

This year, after forty-three fricking years they now have online plate renewal. I still need all the same chits of paper, but now they are all online. I navigated the same-old, same-old process, but this time without having to go to a Department of Revenue office. I printed a new temporary registration form and now await the new tags by mail. Cross your fingers, because this is still Missouri. 

Tower Rock

Tower Rock

Today, we spent most of the day on a little road trip. We drove two hours south of Saint Louis and visited Tower Rock, which is all in the news these days. Normally, it is an island in the Mississippi River, but because of drought and record low river levels, one can now walk to it. Mostly, we drove I-55, but the last twenty-five miles were on county roads. When we first exited the interstate, we stopped at a gas station and asked the clerk if she had been to see the rock. She shook her head and emitted vibes that she was not crazy. She said that over two-hundred people had already stopped at her station that morning.

The rest of the drive was full of twisty turns with many ups and downs. The last couple of miles were on a very dusty dirt road. This narrow road was mobbed with all the other tourist that had come to see the novelty. A two-lane road, we drove the first half, barely able to see the vehicle directly in front of us due to all the dust. About halfway, we parked on one side of the road, because by then parked cars on both sides of this road had shrunk the two lanes to one. We hoofed in the last mile. By then the vehicles were so jammed that little dust was still being created. We crossed a railroad track, and soon spied the rock.

I had brought my drone and even though it was quite windy, I was able to get it aloft and get a few photos before I quickly brought it back down again. Then we walked down to the rock and then around it. People were climbing on the rock, and a few had reached the top, even though climbing the rock is prohibited. On the way out, we spoke with a ranger, and I asked him, if today was one of the crazy or not so crazy days. He said that this was his first day there. The rangers had been hands-off, but last week, four cars had parked on the railroad tracks that we had crossed and then been smashed by a train.

Most of the parked cars that we had walked past were now gone. Only, as we got back to our car did we encounter the outbound traffic jam. I got the car turned around and proceeded to thread the needle between parked cars, oncoming traffic and pedestrians walking between all the cars. It was crazy! Eventually though we made it pass that jam. Back on hardtop we encountered again a construction zone that had a traffic light regulated one-lane section. On the way in, it had been nothing and, on the way out, it was still nothing for us, but people who were then trying come in were stuck in a mile long jam at the light. Passing all that I thought that we were free and clear, but a pair of farm tractors slowed everyone, creating one last jam. Still, we got home safe and sound.

Floating by Sodom & Gomorrah

By way of readjusting to living in Saint Louis, Anne and I took a float trip today. With temps soaring into the nineties, what better way to enjoy the great outdoors and still not lose your cool than getting a little wet. We chose to float the Meramec River, which during flooding season along with its bigger cousins, the Mississippi and the Missouri can at times make Saint Louis virtually an island, cutoff from the rest of the world with their raging waters. Not to worry now, in the dogdays of summer, the Meramec is a large enough a river to still have enough water in it, to keep it flowing, but only just. The Meramec is also the closest floating river to Saint Louis. This adjacency can cause the lose morals that the Sodom and Gomorrah title refers to, but that kind of behavior is reserved primarily for the weekend. The outfitter that we booked runs five tours on Saturday and tomorrows are all sold out, while today they only had one tour and it wasn’t even full. We rented a canoe, while the rest of the people taking the shuttle up the river were all in rafts. We launched ourselves first and never saw any of the other people again. We did see a few kayaks and one rather noisy johnboat. Its loud outboard motor flushed an osprey that had been perched in the tree above where we had stopped and had had our lunch. We were first to finish and get back to the cars. The outfitter had closed shop for the day, or so it seemed. We just left our boat at the top of the ramp and the paddles and vests outside the office. I hope that they don’t go walkabout.