Sarasota has a large Amish community. (I’m pretty sure they’re Amish, but they’re allowed to drive. They dress the same, have the beards, etc. They own a large number of businesses.) I was with my realtor looking to buy this Amish man’s house. As we’re talking I hear an incredible rumble in the distance of an engine with no exhaust. As the rumble got louder and closer the man’s expression got darker and darker and it was as if he’d pulled his head into his body. Then, the rumble turned into the driveway. It was a VERY Amish looking young man with a purple Camaro sporting a high-stack and supercharger and straight pipes. He came in and right past the man and they ignored each other SO hard that even I felt the rebuke. My realtor hastily said, “Well, we’ve got to go. Thank you!” and he hustled me out and away.
Sounds like Mennonites or Hutterites.
They are Mennonites, not Amish, in Sarasota.