I took my car in to an ‘Amish mechanic’ last week–actually an established alternator and starter repair outfit run by a white-bearded Amishman and two other Amish guys.
I’m pretty dumb when it comes to cars.
But it still seemed kind of weird when the teenage Amish kid who works there started telling me things about my engine and I had no clue what he was talking about.
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