Or just seeing green?
I mean, are you Irish?
I’m sure you’ve heard that Ks had a train crash in the past week. I knew, before his untimely death, a foreman for the R.R. that took care of those high speed rails out in that part of the system.
He was a biker – actually, he ran a small gang of colored bikers. By color I mean those with the patches and insignia and stuff. He was very particular about details in his job. Errors were not really wanted and he could, when irritated with a worker, bear a sharp tongue and was ready if necessary to back his directions with strength.
All of which is besides the point. The train derailed, and my first question to myself was: Why.
Like most things, wait a while. I did and this was released:
WICHITA, Kan. – A truck used to deliver feed to a business where cattle are fattened hit a train track and shifted it at least a foot before an Amtrak train derailed in southwest Kansas and
All one can do is shake their heads and wish that others were as honest and straight foreword as that rail foreman and reported the incident to the rail road. They’d probably have gaged the track before trouble came to call.
Those high speed tracks are very, very long. Longer than a normal track we are familiar with.
From the reaches,