My kids learned the lovely custom of pummeling each other (or me) when they spot a Volkswagon from their cousins.
They kind of forgot about it for awhile but then recently, it lives again.
It gives a whole new meaning to the words defensive driving.
And then I started spotting VWs myself and slugging back whoever had the honor of riding "shotgun" (which believe me, is a Big Deal around here). I realized I was paying a little too much attention to what kinds of cars were whizzing by and not quite enough attention to driving.
I'm not at all sure that's safe.
Yesterday, my friend Christie (I've never met her but I think of her as a friend anyway) posted about the VW curse on her blog.
It feels so good to be understood.