It’s that time of the week again, when we remind ourselves of the vanity and tastelessness of our fellow road users.

Here’s my attempts first. Here’s five from just one drive (I was in the passenger seat, I’m not that irresponsible);

CJD. “I didn’t get where I am today by driving a hairdresser’s car” perhaps? Or maybe he has Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease?

Adam T. I wonder if he has shaken off the stalker in his attic?

Mad 257. We passed this one and I think the 257 refers to her weight in kilos.

Khalsa was just properly Bogan; a cheap car souped up and an illegal silencer, all windows down and shite music pumping into the street.

Cassey. Not Classey.

Here’s a final one from me, different day;

BMW X8. Now that’s future-proofing for ya.

Guest entries now;

This from Judy, sister of Mandy (you came and you gave without taking) from Bogan Central The Gold Coast. R U Mad? Jesus fucking wept.

This one from Bay Slider. I Boost. As he points out, a twat in a BMW, is there any other kind?

This one from Cyclist; I Ninja. Which could stand for No Income Job or Asset, of course. We can but hope.

Another from JimmyJanks in the motherland (just round the corner from Richmond); B13 RAT on a fucking Bentley. Twat rat.

And finally, this week’s winner;

Magic steams in to pole position with INVSTA. What’s the betting his investments are just shitty units that he rents out in ParaStabber and he thinks he’s an entrepreneur?

And that’s the Bogan Plate round up for another week. Like shooting fish in a barrel.