Punch Buggy
Driving around on an average day, I tend to hear this from the back seat a lot:"Punch buggy red [or yellow or green or black] no punch back"
What this is and where it comes from is somewhat in dispute, as are the rules and regs that govern it.
More than you need to know here.
The kids in my car ( a silver Mazda now) claim that a silver bug merits fifty punches and a gold one merits 100. We haven't tested this yet.
I agree with fellow Washingtonian Duane Thompson, who observes that the streets of DC seem crowded with many a punching Bug...
Blogger on a Cast Iron Balcony is another voice in the VWlderness.
(by the way, the Jetta is actually doing fine, with new tires and everything, although she still isn't speaking to me. she won't tell me the passcode to her separate blog, so I can't channel her to do the update. Trust me, I drove around in her all weekend, and she is fine).
[image via Purple Punch Buggy, the next-quietest blog to mine]
posted by lisa schamess @ 13:34
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Sorry, had to delete that first comment; just too many typos - let me try again:
Well, we used to count bugs too, only we called them bubbles and we were content just to count them.
No punching, thank you very much. Lucky for me - knowing my older brother, punch buggy would probably have meant the end for me, I bruise so easily it shows when someone just gives me a hard stare...
Aaahhhhhieeeee - don't look at me like that!!!
I see people starting blogs for their cats, dogs, even resident goblin... but their car?...
My high school boyfriend was a total petrolhead, so I can sort of 20% understand it...
Now you've put the idea in my head, I can't get it out. Aagh. Black Mitsubishi Magna of Doom blog?
This is Lisa's Jetta. She can't seem to value our relationship enough to actually remember the passcode to my blog, so she asked me to say a few words here.
Rarity, I know that you have a fruitful, personal relationship with the city buses in Oslo, and I understand that Europeans have different ideas about autogamy and that public transportation is, far from being frowned on, actually encouraged even among longtime drivers. I can respect that. I am half-European myself, remember?
(And yes, G-dammit, Germans have earned the right to say that again! Get off our backs!)
Helen, if that is your real name, I fail to see what's so funny about a blog for a car. Nor can I fathom why someone would drive a vehicle for years and years without loving that vehicle.
This isn't about me, though, or about Lisa's evident ambivalence about our relationship.
It's about your Mitsubishi. What kind of autoist epithet is "Magna of Doom"? Do you really expect a small black Japanese car to feel good about itself when you call it names.
I am beginning to appreciate Lisa's restraint in this respect. She may have neglected me and taken me for granted--she may be doing it still--but at least I know where I stand with her, and I don't have to listen to vehicular slurs in her presence.
I strongly urge you and your car to get into some good repairing together, before it's too late.
Helen,
I am sorry for the way my car spoke to you. The Jetta's just a little touchy now because I am driving something else. Please don't take the criticism personally. The Jetta's engine has always been little rough in the morning.
Please visit again, and do consider giving your Mitsubishi a blog of his/her own. It will work wonders for your boundary issues.
wv: zupnypmi: the meal you eat in NYC while deciding whether to buy a condo there.
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