365: Red; March 6; Metal Teeth

Vegas is a weird, weird place. Tourists probably don't see it and probably don't ever think about how this city works. "Laws" are fluid here. There is a huge, huge population of undocumented workers here, and because Vegas depends on those workers, as in could not function without them, Nevada is not on the forefront of the move to rid this country of those workers - although the next state over, Arizona, is hell-bent on getting rid of everyone it deems undesirable.

One of the weird legal convolutions is the issue of auto insurance. In my country, you will present registration and proof on insurance to get your driver's licence and you will produce said proof of insurance annually in order to register your vehicle. I am sure there are unregistered, uninsured vehicles on the roads in my country but due to the little, obvious sticker on one's license plate, unregistered drivers don't stay long on the roads.

Here, however, partially owing to that undocumented but critical population, it's a whole other ball game. But don't drive in the wrong direction into the parkade (parking garage, for people not from my province)... don't do that 'cause y'all gonna have your tires pierced. Uninsured? Unlicensed Unregistered? Driving a car on the "repossess list"? Fine. Wrong way into a parkade? No way in hell.