As I bike through the Altoona region, I’m deep in Amish country. For 60 miles, there have been buggies, farms, and lots of Amish farm stands selling fresh fruits and vegetables. I actually just passed one selling beets, which is one of my favorite pleasures. If only I had some cash.
Of course, I’m not taking pictures, as Amish do not appreciate them. I wrote a bit about why the last time I was passing through Pennsylvania here. But I really want to. I’ve seen Amish men arguing with their neighbors, boys as young as nine leading a horses pulling a thresher, and big trucks almost running buggies off the road.
But more than anything, I want to take pictures of the Amish boys on bicycles that continually leave me in their dust. Since the Amish don’t use cars, teenage boys use old forms of transportation to get from farm to farm. And they are fast. I think they’re laughing at me, weighted down with excess baggage and only going 10 mph.
