On a weekend charter to Lake Tahoe, I came out Sunday morning after breakfast to pre-trip the coach for the day's run back to Fresno.
As I was doing my walk-around, I noticed a Cabriolet convertible parked across from the coach with a personalized CA license plate that said "IM8 IM8."
Hmmmm. . .
A little while later, while loading my passenger's luggage, I noticed the owner of the car packing up to leave also. I walked over to him and asked about the license plate. He said "Oh, this is actually my wife's car, she'll be right out to explain. . ."
I went back to loading luggage, and shortly I felt a tap on my shoulder and this gorgeous blue-eyed blonde asked if I was the fellow who inquired about her car's license plate? When I acknowledged that I was, she said that she wouldn't tell me, but she'd give me a hint:
I looked at her, looked over at her car, looked again at the license plate, looked at her husband standing there with a big grin on his face, looked back at her and burst out laughing.
"That has got to be one of the BEST personalized license plate I've ever seen," I told the two of them, and then we bid our adieus.
So, fellow busnuts, based on all the info in the above story (which is true):
What was she driving and what color was it?