A Hoosier Moment

While driving in Kokomo today I arrived at a 4-Way Stop at the same moment two gentlemen in a rust-laden pickup stopped there.  Actually the driver of the truck arrived a split second before I did, but he seemed so deeply engrossed in conversation with his fellow traveler, I continued into the intersection... just as he too decided to cross.  He slammed on his brakes, as would have I, had I not felt committed to my venture.  But I'm sure he understood because he attempted to flash me the peace sign, though in the confusion of the moment he managed only to raise his middle finger. 

But the misunderstanding did not detract from this warm exchange of rural brotherhood.

In his friendly enthusiasm, he followed me for a couple blocks abiding very close to my rear bumper, and in the my rear-view mirror I noticed that he seemed to be shouting... no doubt a polite cordiality of some kind.  And I would have stopped, but time was short... and my schedule denied me of what promised to be a delightful encounter.

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