The Pepsi man did not deliver any pop to the monastery this week, you know, those big five gallon tanks of pre-mix. Well, while I’ll deny that I am addicted to Diet Pepsi, I thought it best that I drive out to the C-Store to get some more (just in case, you know…)
I got to the crossing and a train was coming, and I had plenty of time to get past the gates, but since I had all of the time in the world, I slowed down and within a few seconds the gates began to come down. The train was moving faster than I expected, but we have heard that story before.
Anyway I stopped and two BNSF units were pulling a string of SHPX tank cars in the 222— range. They looked almost new, maybe on their second round trip or something. They were not in numerical order, but they were all clean. all of them had blue paint on the journals, and all of the axles had a small line of white paint around them, and not very much road dirt at all. They all had a metal shield of some sort between the tank and the couplers, it was too close to the tank for there to be a walkway in there. Probably just an extra shield. Paint is all fresh.
Welcome OIL to North Dakota!
ROAR