Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police
The clerk behind the glass was a woman in her late fifties with gray hair pinned back in a neat metal clip.
I set my original blue Oregon vehicle title on the counter, along with my official bank lien release certificate stamped three years earlier and proof of my California address.
“You’re applying for a title transfer and California registration for a 2017 Toyota,” the clerk said, reading through the first page of my intake packet.
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m establishing permanent legal residence in California.”
She typed the vehicle identification number into her terminal and waited while the system ran the search.
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