He is in the passenger seat of the 15 passenger van.after 5 weeks of manuring barns and and tedious labor he is finally free.his black felt hat bent up in the front and a tattered road atlas with which he dispenses needless route finding wisdom, he is on the road!"he" is an Amish man on the road again.
It is interesting at how Amish men react once they are in a motor vehicle.they seem to find a new persona that is all about the open road and freedom.I think the frustration of watching a horse's hind end builds up to a cresendo and at the drop of a hat (3rd cousins wedding, dear great aunt sadies funeral, or the great spokane valley produce growers reunion) they hit the road with family in tow.
After sweating and scrimping every day, all frugality flies out the window once the the key turns in the ignition.the milage fee the taxi driver charges them has no impact on them.they remind me of a drunken sailor on leave at port after six months at sea.they go everywhere!
Go here Go there no expense is spared and every shirt tail cousin In the community they are visiting is graced with their presence.they are at one place for dinner, the next for supper, then on to the next to spend the night.
It is a common trick of the alpha male who gets the trip together and arranges the taxi driver to cram as many warm bodies imto the vehicle as possible.these warm bodies are fare paying relatives who lower the cost so he can go flying down the highway.once their destination is reached , the lower echelon is dropped and ditched at various houses until at last! It is just the alpha male and his family and the poor sleep deprived driver.then the fun begins....
A few days later the van returns and the family returns to work.he's standing out in the barnyard, pitch fork in hand ,as a van goes past filled with neighbors heads out.a small tear rolls down his cheek as he sadly loads another load of cow manure.....
The fun is over and back to reality.
Machets gute
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