Used to be that railroads were quite scrupulous about removing the graffiti from their railcars at first, but they seem to have gottten pretty laissez faire about it over the past couple of decades. I suspect are three factors that have combined to cause this:
Graffiti has become more accepted as “urban art”. Who’d have thunk that, using only a rattle-can and some stencils, the creations of a dude named “Banksie” would become works sought after and commanding prices comparable to an undiscovered Rembrandt or Picasso? Although I will admit that some of the work I’ve seen passing by while stopped at the RR crossing in town are quite impressive.
It’s a Sisyphean task to try to stay ahead of the v̶a̶n̶d̶a̶l̶s – sorry, ‘artists’ along the thousands of miles of siding and railroad yards, who seem to be able to work with relative impunity anyway.
It costs money to clean and repaint the rolling stock, and the railcar is out of service and not producing any revenue during this process. I’m sure that at some board of directors’ meeting, someone pointed out this cost and noted that “if someone else wants to paint our freight cars for us, at their own expense, why not let them?”
And the model railroad industry has not ignored this, either. In the interest of realism, several companies are now offering equipment for ones’ personal layout that come ‘weathered’ as if to simulate several years of service and benign neglect, including graffiti artwork.
In play: The Last Book You Read
Assassination Vacation, by Sarah Vowell.
A Monstrous Regiment of Women, by Laurie King
The Killer Inside Me, by Jim Thompson
Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett
His penultimate work, I read it with a bit of a heavy heart, knowing full well that there will be no further additions to the Discworld canon now that Sir Terry has passed over and is hob-nobbing with my friend Katherine.