 
When we went to transfer the title for our new van, our 1982 original title (filled in by hand with a typewriter) presented the efficient and orderly DMV employees with a challange. First, the lady behind the counter had never seen a title like it before, and at first mistook it for a Tennessee title. (Apparently, Tennessee is behind the times even by Georgian standards.)
After we pointed out that it said “State of Georgia” across the top, she found out that her trustworthy computer system had never heard of this title, and had to call over a manager. The manager asked us to take a seat in the front row while they worked things out. Then she called her manager, who emerged from a back office and looked like he had enough experience to know how to operate the microfiche machine that would presumably be needed to validate the title.
After around fifteen minutes, they created a new title (with a different title number) in the computer system, and then the original lady was able to change ownership of the now computerized title over to us. Due to the number of quizzical, surprised, and almost nostalgically joyful looks our 28 year old title received while being passed up the chain of command, I got the distinct impression that we were an exception to their SOP, a highlight if you will, in the daily excitement that is working at the DMV.
I enjoyed the process quite a bit, and made a few jokes to Val about the age of our “new” vehicle at the counter. While finishing up the computer work, DMV lady jokingly asked if we wanted a Hobby and Antique plate. I jumped on the opportunity (after asking if it cost extra, turns out it doesn’t!) as the little Model A captures the ambiance of our “Hobby” and “Antique” vehicle exactly.