Okay Greg. Educate an unenlightened one about what you mean by the “game of punch- buggy-red.” I assume there’s a punch involved and it’s more likely to be one delivered with a fist 👊 than a metal tool, but not sure where the red part comes in or why one is punching.
Well. It may be a longer story than I should hijack the thread for, but you asked for it. LOL

I had this buddy in High School. We're still buddies, (guitar player) just separated by a continent these days. Actually tried his level-best to turn me onto the Dead in 1986-87. Anyway, on the way to school or carpool to work after school, the game was, whoever saw a red Volkswagen first hollered
PUNCH-BUGGY RED!!!!! and... delivered hard punch - anywhere between shoulder and elbow was considered fair game. It's freakin' amazing how many red VW's there were around here, or maybe how many times we passed that same one. It's also amazing we never broke truce and killed each other. That's the condensed version of me and Shaggy Gleason, and punch-buggy-red.
"Shag" Gleason is about the most adventurous dude I know, and fell in love with the Pacific Northwest while (making a flippin' fortune) cleaning up the Exxon Valdez spill, spent two years working on a crab-boat in Alaska (making another flippin' fortune), came home and was a bartender with a degree in photography for a minute, then pulled 20 years in the U.S. Coast Guard. These days, he works for some power conglomerate disassembling decommissioned windfarms, still takes amazing photographs, and plays a wine-red Les Paul Studio. Way ahead of the curve. Yep. He thought pot was eventually gonna' be legalized 30 years ago, but he had the foresight to change the verbiage a little...
de-criminalize, he said, that's the way you sell that. Occasionally, he emails his old buddy in Southwest Virginia to catch up.