I used to hate that game because I was a always just a little slower to notice the cars. Actually, it wasn't that I was slower, it was more that I was just so used to seeing the VW's that my mind didn't process that seeing one meant anything special. As a result I spent a majority of my childhood and early teens with perpetually bruised arms. Nowadays I can't see a VW Beetle with out having a Pavlovian-like response of grabbing my arm in pain.
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