Screams tore through the dark Indiana countryside. In seconds, a quiet Amish buggy ride became a nightmare of twisted wood, flashing lights, and injured children scattered on the cold pavement. A Jeep in a rural no-manās-land. A family out of time. A road built for speed, and a community that nevā¦Ā Continuesā¦
On a stretch of State Road 218 outside Berne, a way of life collided with the modern world at highway speed. A horse-drawn buggy carrying nine Amish occupants was struck from behind late at night, shattering the carriage and hurling passengers into the roadway. Seven people were injured, most of them children, their quiet ride home replaced by helicopter rotors, sirens, and floodlights carving through the dark.
As investigators piece together what happened and test the Jeep driverās blood, the questions linger heavier than the wreckage: how do fragile wooden buggies survive on roads built for steel and speed? For the Amish community, this is not just an accident report but a fresh reminder of their daily gamble. Every trip at night, every curve in the road, is now shadowed by the memory of a single, violent moment when the modern world came too fast and did not see them in time.
