I used to drive to Delaware for work every day and frequently I'd have this guy in front of me with a plate that said GONOVER. I had this whole theory in my head that he'd had some sort of near death experience, that he'd "gone over" or something equally profound and life changing. One morning he turned into the cafe in Greenville where I was headed for coffee and I thought here's my chance, I'm just going to ask him. So I said hey, I'm behind you most mornings and I am just so curious about what your plate means. He goes, "oh, like, when I was in college? We'd say, like, I'm going to the cafeteria, you gonover?". That was it. That was what he paid extra for to put on his Saab.