Saturday April 20th, 2002, Corinth, NY
Mr. Honey and I have just finished having lunch at this neat little place on the Hudson River. I pull out and head down Palmer Ave. We’re gabbing, the music is playing, it’s a beautiful spring-timey day in the Adirondacks.
I come to an intersection and stop. Within a few seconds, I realize I’m sitting on train tracks, a glance to the left shows a train approaching. Mr. Honey yells to me “Back up, back up!!!” I throw it in reverse and back up, not 3 seconds later the train passes within 5-6 feet of my front bumper. :eek:
Mr. Honey being the even-tempered gentleman that he is, rolls the window down and proceeds to yell at the train “What the F*** are you doing, where’s the signal?, where’s the gate?” The conductor is yelling out the window at us at the same time.
The train comes to a complete stop, in the middle of the intersection and the conductor is leaning out the window with a phone in his hand (My guess is that he’s calling the cops). I throw the car into gear and drive over the tracks around the rear of the train, down every back street in town and I’m outta that town within, oh, I dunno maybe 10 seconds.
What I’d like to know is where is the railroad signal? The barrier? I’d go back to look but I’m too afraid if I drive into that town again I’ll be arrested on the spot.
At the next town down the road, we hide the car behind a rather large Ford pickup and go into the local bar to down a shot of JD.
This is my life, there is literally never a dull moment.