So I get an email from my aunt and I’m thinking it’s some chainletter thing but it’s a detailed story how she was driving at 5am on a country road and crests a hill to see an old Amish man waving his arms in the middle of the road so she stops and he jumps in her car and he says “GO! I need to catch my horse!” And she’s like um okay and he explains while she speeds up the road that the horse is pulling an empty buggy and he’s going to catch it and she’s like I have an idea I’ll speed up and get in front of the horse and try to block it so it slows down and you can call it to stop and then get in and he’s like NO! GO FASTER and rolls down the window as she pulls up beside the galloping horse and buggy and sticks half his body out to grab a rein and yank the horse over and he yells I GOT IT, NOW STOPPP! I’ll let my aunt take it from here:
Now imagine the sound of a buggy wheel hub scraping across the entire side of my beautiful blue Ford Escape.
He was able to grab one rein which actually pulled the horse/buggy toward the car. He hands me the rein.
HIM: Hang onto this while I get the other rein and get control.
ME: Really?
And he scampers out of the passenger car window and up and over the buggy wheel, around the back and–around the buggy and grabs the other rein.
HIM: Hand me that other rein.
ME: ( whispering) how? I am wearing a dressy suit jacket with a short skirt, I try to crawl over on to passenger seat from the drivers seat, reaching reaching reaching to try to give him the rein, He finally gets it.
He adjusts the flashlight on his head band to quickly survey the vehicle damage.
HIM: I’ll pay for that.
ME: Yup. Can you give me your contact information?
HIM: I’m Elmer! His voice trails off as he is already in the buggy and on his way. I yell back, My name is… wait come back!
So some time at the garage and $2,500 later she tracks him down by asking other Amish people along the road where the hell Elmer lives and the Amish Indiana Jones makes good on his word.