Vanity plate

So I spent Memorial Day weekend visiting family in Denver. One afternoon, as we drove along the street, I glanced out the window just in time to spot something familiar:

I cannot immediately put a name to this Lexus-owning Colorado Janeite who also seems to be a George Mason University alum, and I'm unwilling to pay an online service to dig out the details. (Easily done! But creepy, no?) Still, given the smallness of the Janeite world, it's not out of the question that I have actually met this person -- or that one of you blog readers has.

Yes, I realize it's possible this combination of letters may mean something entirely different to the possessor of the license plate. But I prefer to imagine that a kindred spirit was behind the wheel that day.