“Our state roads are not designed for bikes traveling next to trucks and cars,” Smucker said. “With a buggy, people have to slow, and they have to go out around. They have to wait. With eBikes, they can go by by just going out a little bit.”
So if an electric bike is okay with God, isn’t an electric car also okay? Maybe a buggy with an electric motor so it looks traditional from up high? The contorted hypocrisy of self-proclaimed deep believers trying to fuck god on the small print is always fascinating.
The various Anabaptists (orders of Amish & Mennonites) don’t believe that god doesn’t want them to use technology (unlike, say, Orthodox Jews not using electricity on the Sabbath). They think that it gets in the way of community and living an observant life. Various communities have different rules around technology, and those rules can change over time (albeit very slowly). They DO believe that god doesn’t want them to do things like serve in the military and buy insurance. (or, what @Crustradamus said.).
It’s interesting that e-bikes are making local officials think about bike lanes since Amish on bikes have been common for a while.
Yes, because walking alongside a forklift and driving it with reins is much more conducive to community living and an observant life than sitting in the seat like a heathen. I guess the possibility of running over yourself with your own forklift is just an added bonus.
I once installed a heating system in a fancy house that was being built and all the finish carpenters were amish dudes. I was confused when they pulled out their power tools and would have loved to talk to them about it but those guys basically refused to speak to anyone else on the jobsite.
They were very unfriendly and they were excellent finish carpenters.
i think i forgot to post about this here but i have a mennonite maple syrup hookup now. imagine this situation:
at the nordic ski center 2 hours away, the owner’s dad says “oh yeah, bout 8 miles up the road there’s a white house. they have a sign, you can’t miss it.” any time someone says you can’t miss it, i get worried
we go hunting in a snowstorm for this white house. we go much more than 8 miles up the road. trying to find a spot to turn around there’s a barn with a silo
there’s a mennonite adolescent boy walking along the road in the snow. i pull over and ask him "do you know where i can get some maple syrup?
he says “right here” in the most beautiful pennsylvania accent
we discuss the price. $40 a gallon, which is like what the price probably was in 2005. he tromps through feet of snow and comes back in a few minutes with the syrup. i buy two gallons because that’s all the cash i had, sadly
really a glorious exchange and can’t wait to transact with them again.