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Country road, take me home, to the place, I belong.........
It was a 2-lane country road that ran parallel to train tracks. There
was a train northbound to the left of me, full throttle. I caught up
to the rear, then began to pass car after car, I was determined to
catch up to the engine.
I had never been on this road before, I was touring across the
prairies. For reasons unknown, in the middle of nowhere, the road
deeked hard left, down through an underpass, then deeked hard
right to parallel the track on the other side. Okay, this''ll be a peg
drager, but its doable in third.
So I turn the corner left to go under the railroad tracks...... and
the surface is littered with railroad spikes, the ones that hold
iron tracks onto the cross-ties. They had probably been dumped
by kids who thought it was funny. My heart in my throat I shifted
to neutral and waited for the rear wheel to hit clear pavement,
then I made the right turn on the wrong side of the road and
stopped to catch my breath, pee, and also to admit that I nearly
bought the farm by trying to race a train.
You, of course, never do this.
Ed
It was a 2-lane country road that ran parallel to train tracks. There
was a train northbound to the left of me, full throttle. I caught up
to the rear, then began to pass car after car, I was determined to
catch up to the engine.
I had never been on this road before, I was touring across the
prairies. For reasons unknown, in the middle of nowhere, the road
deeked hard left, down through an underpass, then deeked hard
right to parallel the track on the other side. Okay, this''ll be a peg
drager, but its doable in third.
So I turn the corner left to go under the railroad tracks...... and
the surface is littered with railroad spikes, the ones that hold
iron tracks onto the cross-ties. They had probably been dumped
by kids who thought it was funny. My heart in my throat I shifted
to neutral and waited for the rear wheel to hit clear pavement,
then I made the right turn on the wrong side of the road and
stopped to catch my breath, pee, and also to admit that I nearly
bought the farm by trying to race a train.
You, of course, never do this.
Ed
