About killed a passel of Amish this morning; not sure it would have been my fault.
While taking Son to daycare, I came up on a horse and buggy very quickly. Had plenty of warning - it wasn't like I just cleared a hill and screamed, "Oh, shit! Amish!" Traffic was clear from the opposite direction, so I slowed only a bit (to about 50) before flying around them on the left. Only problem was, they started drifting across to the left also; they were apparently getting ready to turn in to a driveway, given what I saw in my rearview after I flew around. I leaned on the brakes pretty heavy; by the time I got alongside them and around, they were in the middle of the road.
(I don't hate the Amish, per se - you can't hate the Amish anymore than you hate SpongeBob - but I do have a bit of Amish fatigue after having been back here for almost six years. You can't throw a dead cat around here without hitting an Authentic Amish Home Cooking Restauarant, all serving the same bland Authentic Amish Home Cooked Meals. And there are suckers who will drive from miles around for it. It's silly. I'm a big fan of home-cooked meals ... at home. Your mileage may vary, though.
(Plus, I think that people are terribly misguided by the notion that they are these quaint, generous, kind countryfolk. I know, I know: "anecdote" does not equal "data", but I've heard from one trusted source that if you're doing business with them, beware: they will squeeze every last dollar out of you.
(Pious, my ass.)
Anyway, we all lived through this morning, and the driver of the buggy was not rumored to shout "Damn thee!" at the red blur that flew past.
Son: "Wow! Horsie!"
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Not sure if you've heard my stories about almost creaming a whole wagon-load of them because they drive on the highway in the pre-dawn hours with only a small oil lamp to alert the rest of us to their presence. In the winter especially, you can run right over the top of them. (I can just see the headline: Common Asshole Flattens Horsedrawn Innocents, or something along that line.)
ReplyDeleteThey build a helluva barn, though.