Alright,
Time to tell my story.
I’m a mechanical engineer. I’m a good citizen. I’ve never attempted any kind of vandalism.
I did cross a train bridge on my bike once. That, ladies and gentlemen, was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
I can do calculus. I own property. I pay taxes. I open the door for old ladies. I’m not a menace to society. But I crossed that stupid bridge like a moron.
As I was crossing, I was beginning to realize how stupid it was. My legs started shaking. Then I heard the worst sound in the world. The horn from a Diesel Engine.
I looked back in disbelief - a gigantic Yellow & Grey (company’s name not included to protect the innocent) engine was on my tail.
There was no time to think - I was walking my bike, but I then jumped on it and peddled like never before.
Thank God, I made it to the end of the bridge in time. The truth is, I have no idea how close behind me it was. I don’t know if I was 5 feet from death, or 50, or 500 for that matter. I have no idea.
As I rode my bike from there, I was in disbelief at how stupid I was.
I revisited the site a few days later, only to see others crossing the bridge. I even tried to talk one guy out of it, but he thought I was a nut or something. I’ve since seen kids crossing it with a woman. I go there occasionally (it’s near a pretty trail along the beach) and see others crossing the bridge. I watch in disbelief.
The worst thing about the whole tragedy would have been my legacy. I could not imagine my parents dealing with this… “our son went to college, had a good career going, etc., etc. then got hit by a train”.
It took me about 6 months before I could hear a train whistle and not be terrified. (and this is coming from a fan of trains!)
A year or two later, I was jogging with a co-worker - a very respectable man in his career, and a devout family ma