Last summer, I think, I made a gas stop on I-80 in western PA, and getting back on I pulled out behind a flatbed wagon being driven by a young Amish woman with a load of Amish kids in the back. They were crossing under the highway on a road which was a heavily traveled two lane highway itself. Normally I bridle at every infinitesimal delay in these situations, as irrational as it is to do so, as I often contemplate, but here I was moved to calm myself, and I kept a respectful distance. There was a red traffic light, and as I sat behind the wagon looking at the children, a young girl looked back at me and gave a slow wave, which I returned. For me it was a unique experience.
… a young girl looked back at me and gave a slow wave …
About a dozen years ago my late wife talked me into moving back to Pennsylvania. It was a rural county and heavily Amish. We’d ride the back roads just enjoying the scenery. There were a number of times when we’d be passing an Amish farm and everyone would stop work and come to the road to see the Harley. They’d wave, we’d stop and introductions were made. It was a refreshing change from the “bird salute” we had in other States.