One happy day in Kutztown PA, the heart of Amish country, an Amishman was clip clopping his buggy down a narrow country road at a brisk 10mph, with a line of cars behind him. One of the drivers wasn't used to central Pennsylvania, and started honking his horn to speed up the Amish driver. He went along annoying people for a while. Of course blowing your horn drains the battery, and OH YES! his died. Fortunately, there was space enough on the shoulder for him to pull over. So, he did. He sat there at the side of the road, while the other drivers passed him, slowly, each with a window down and a middle finger up. The friend who told me this story assures me that she had never given a middle finger salute before. But she felt it was appropriate for the occasion.