Only in Indiana. My Dad e-mailed to let me know that he’d narrowly missed being involved in a hit-and-run Saturday night… with an Amishman’s runaway team of Clydesdale horses.

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  1. I think im traumatized by the whole incident, I may never be the same again.

  2. Remind me never to buy you a Budweiser. 🙂

  3. Every time my old roommate gets stuck in New Jersey by a farmer taking his cows across the road, she calls me. She went to mom’s w/ me once and Shipshewana is forever etched in her brain. 🙂

  4. giggles.
    I’m glad he’s ok.

  5. If I was going to die by a tragic accident, it would be by Clydesdale.
    When we went to Berrigan, I would nearly hyperventilate when we saw anything that was extraordinarily rural, like farmers taking cars across the road etc.
    I have rural envy.

  6. You need to come visit Indiana, Helen. I took a couple friends from college home there on one break and they squealed every time they saw an Amish buggy. And there are *lots* of Amish buggies.

  7. My friend from Buffalo wanted to know who cleaned up after the horses in the road. My response? Well, it’s not a parade and it *is* biodegradable.

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