Last month when we were driving in Montana, we encountered something in the road that reminded me of the following story:
There was a city driver that wandered in the countryside, so the story goes.
As he was navigating the narrow winding road, an old beat up truck came around the bend where he was heading, and was driving towards him.
When the truck passed by him, the farmer rolled down his window and shouted, “Cow!”
The city driver felt insulted. How rude can this country driver be, and how dare him call him a cow!
So the city slicker angrily shouted back, “Pig!”
Feeling triumphant that he was able to retaliate at the “rude” farmer, the city driver approached the narrow bend, and made the sharp turn.
He then drove smack into a cow.
Back to our Montana drive, we indeed saw road signs warning of cows crossing. Luckily we did not crash into cows. But this is what actually stopped us.
Not cows but horses! Horses with no riders.
I did not honk my horn, nor revved my engine to scare them away. I just let them be and passed by them slowly.
Have a good day horse! (*Who are you calling horse?*)