Dutch Country can be so wierd…
For reasons I won’t get into, I had to go somewhere in Lancaster County today. On the way there, almost immediately after getting on the highway, some little sports coupe pulls into the lane next to me and honks the horn, so I glance over real quick just to see what’s wrong. I look over and a grey-haired guy with a shirt in tie on, smiles, waves, then points down – at some lady in a power suit giving him road head. Weird. I speed up. Then the guy honks the horn, I glance over, he does the “disco gun” hand guesture (while still getting road head), and guns it. That car definitely did not have a governor on it. Dude was gone.
Five minutes later, traffic slows to a stop. Another five minutes, and traffic starts moving. Ten more minutes of creep and crawl, then I see the accident. Mr. Disco-Gun, the King of High Speed Road Head, rearended a Ford Ranger. Sure hope nobody was hurt – or amputated. I couldn’t tell.
I decided that I was going to go a little more backroads style to get to my destination. It stayed weird. I passed an Amish girl in full Amish garb using a brand new, gasoline powered weed-whacker with safety glasses and over ear hearing protection. A mile or two later, I passed a bunch of amish kids waiting for something with matching Igloo lunch boxes. When did the Amish get so into plastics, gasoline engines, and safety gear? When I was a kid, they used super old school everything – even lunchboxes.
I also passed five hitch hikers that were dressed in the “Juggalo” style over the course of my trip. The one switched from thumb up to middle finger when she realized I wasn’t slowing down to pick her up. I guess there must be an Insane Clown Posse show somewhere.
Weird.
-Junior