Some of my favorite moments of the trip were when we’d both spot one at the same time and jostle in the car frantically trying to poke each other. Or arguing about whether that one is the same one we saw a few minutes ago or if it’s a new one – because of course you can’t double-poke on the same Beetle. When we had my cousin in front passenger seat in the car so he could give us a tour of the city, my dedicated husband reached into the back seat to attempt to poke me for a classic Beetle. Needless to say my cousin was confused. Explaining it to him probably didn’t help and he likely thinks we’re completely insane. But I can live with that.
I’m pretty sure we’ve called a poke-buggy truce now. But maybe that’s just because we haven’t seen one since we’ve gotten home.