Punch buggy

I have a new car.

Well... it's not 'new' in the sense of me being the first owner and having the new car smell and all, but it's new to me and it's pretty swell.

I'm driving a Gecko Green Metallic Volkswagen Beetle, very much like the picture here.
I really like it.

I've wanted a green beetle since I saw Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt in The Mexican with James Gandolfini. I liked beetles before I saw the movie, but after seeing her driving down the highway in that little green car, I really wanted one.

The Mexican was released ten years ago.
Sometimes delayed gratification is a mighty long wait.

It wasn't until I met Jo's niece, Chasity, that I heard the term 'punch buggy.' I used to pick her up from school with Spence and Wren. One day she yelled, "Punch buggy!" and punched Spence on the arm.
At first, Wren and Spence were at a loss. Before Chasity, there was no model of any automobile that required a punch on the arm.

It didn't take them long to start playing punch buggy wherever we went and they continued playing it in the car long after I stopped picking Chasity up from school.

When I drove the car home the first time, Wren came out to the garage and said, "Oh mom! You got your very own punch buggy!"

In some small way, it does make me happy to know there are children out there giving and receiving punches just because I drove by.