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Stylishly late to the party

I discovered this by accident this morning while checking on my “serious” writer work. And by serious I secretly mean the writing I’m doing these days to feel like a professional writer again.

Unfortunately, I think I missed the window for receiving the daily e-mails and prompts it being July and all. So that leaves me not only late to the party, but there on the wrong day when the hosts have gone on with their lives and the set-up crew has already moved on to start something new.

However, I will not be dissuaded. A friend once referred to me as the plucky, forward-thinking anachronistic heroine and dog-gone it if it’s not time for me to start acting like that again.

For now, this blog will be my non SkillsUSA and non mechanic writing blog. Taking a page from modernselkie, I might even include pictures from time to time.

I fancy I ought to be reflective more often. Essays even would be worth writing. This blog may never see traffic and that’s okay. I’ll think of it as what happened when my livejournal blog grew up, made mistakes and found a way to reconnect with who it likes to be…kind of like my own journey to date.



No punchbacks

Maybe it’s just me, but by far one of the greatest things about driving a Beetle is the Punch Buggy Game.

I recently traveled to Kansas City with a couple of friends with whom I had never driven in my car before. At our first rest stop just across the Kansas state line, some other people noticed my yellow Beetle. Even through the windshield you can tell the exchange that’s going on.

Person 1: [punches the other person in the shoulder]
Person 2: mouths “Ow”
Person 1: [laughs] “No punchbacks.”

At that point my shotgun realized that she was a passenger in a Beetle and started intermittently hitting me. As a result, inside the Beetle quickly became a no punchbuggy zone.

This delightful schadenfreude phenomenon happens everywhere I go. Not my passengers attempting to wail on their defenseless driver, but other people smacking their companions when they see my car. This isn’t something people out-grow either. You’d think that once people consider themselves adults and start paying their own bills that shouting “Yellow punchbuggy, no punchbacks” would become too juvenile. You’d be wrong.

I’ve witnessed groups of college students pounding on one another as I drive past. Even serious, nicely dressed folks going out to dinner will politely swat at their dinner companions when going out to dinner.

It makes me very happy that the simple presence of my little yellow car can make people drop their inhibitions and resort to feeling like a kid again.