Elementary, my dear Watson

Pulling out of the IA parking lot a while ago, I saw something that caught my eye. The car in front of me had a custom license plate that needed to find its way here. The car and I happened to be headed the same way, so I was behind it for a while. I tried to see who it was, but could not. It was raining pretty hard, but I got a picture anyway. (My mom was driving.) Now I just needed the owner's permission to use it. At that moment, I decided that that license plate would somehow make it onto Only At IA. That Friday, the seniors left. Afraid that the car had belonged to a senior and that I would never see it again, I looked for it as I was leaving but did not see it for a couple of days. I asked around, but that license plate was not registered for a parking pass, (I think you only have to register a single car, but can use the pass in others,) nor was it recognized by anyone I asked. These people included Mrs. Saxsma, who did give me one useful bit of information. Although she was unable to help me find the owner of the aforementioned car, she did tell me that Mr. Davies also has an IA-worthy license plate. This one was not so difficult to locate; I noticed it parked right in front of the building Friday morning, snapped a picture, and got his permission to use in the hallway that same day. Anyway, a few days after the seniors left, I noticed the car pulling out of the driveway again. Before I was close enough to see who was driving, it pulled away. At least I knew that the owner was returning to school after the seniors' last day. The next day, I thought there was going to be a picnic for Spanish Honor Society. I was wrong, and I called my mom, who was not far away after having picked up my carpool. She said she could turn around, and would be back in just a few minutes. She asked me to come outside and wait across the street from the school, as the traffic in the parking lot is a nightmare. As I was about to cross the street, I noticed the car first in line to exit the parking lot once again. I ran to catch up with it, and finally was able to see who was inside. It was Carlotta and Ettore! I asked Carlotta permission the next day, and here we are now. First, here's the runner-up for the most IA-worthy license plate, Mr. Davies:


And now, taken through the pouring rain, the winner of the most IA-worthy license plate, Carlotta and Ettore!


Thanks to the both of you for the necessary permission!

Have you seen an IA-worthy license plate that deserves mentioning? Tell me about it in comments!