Right before I went to boot camp in 1981, I drove a family of 6 Amish down to Guthrie, KY and stayed with them for a little over a week while they built a barn. It was very interesting staying with them and eating supper with them. Down there they all owned really nice big farms and everyone drove tractors. The ones in Missouri where I lived, near Windsor, MO all had horse and buggies. My Dad had a two seater truck back then and drove the Amish guy who ran a small grocery store up to Kansas City to buy potatoes and other veggies in the off season to stock his store. My Dad would bitch about how loaded down his truck would be.
