I wonder has Dad, who appears to take sadistic pleasure in driving by Volkswagen dealerships, considered piling the kids into the car, and going to visit a Volkswagen Beetle Convention? I would suggest steak for dinner that night, which can be tenderized on the multiple upper-arm bruises that would certainly be available! After all, since it isn't a "Dealership," it doesn't fall under the Dealership Clause! (Yes, I'm a Dad, but it was their mother that taught them Punch Buggy!)