now that i am a “charter” member, and just not any old member anymore, i thought that i could finally vent some anger.
I live in a town where the train goes right through the middle of it, and i happen to live not very far from the middle.
So…at about the time i want to get to sleep every night not 1 not 2, but three trains make their merry way through town, blaring their horns. (not at the exact same time, mind you) And i think that they have their horns trained to say my name really, really LOUD!
SAAAAANNNNDDDLEGGSS!!!
SAAAAANNNNDDDLEGGSS!!!
AHHHH!!!
and it’s always the high pitched trains that come through at night, and blare their horns all the way through town at 3 am.
now i know it is for saftey, but when my eyes are bloodshot, and i can’t get a wink, i don’t care.
Now on to the great thing that is MONDAY morning trash pickup…
our trash is picked up on MONDAY…MORNING…at 7am!
during the winter this is not bad. but now that the weather is nice and i can open the windows, the trucks are here!
I live in a circle drive, and these trucks i swear are revving at 8000 rpm alllll the way around the drive…so it goes like this…
REVVVVVV!!! for 5 seconds…stop for five seconds…REVVVVV!!! all the way around the block until about 9.
That’s nothing. My CITY has a train that cuts right through the middle of it, bisecting numerous of the most busy streets. These are damn long trains, and they don’t go fast. It probably takes a solid 10 minutes for the whole thing to pass.
(of course, my dirty little secret is that I love trains, so I don’t really mind.)
Yeah, the same thing happens where I live. A train cuts right through the heart of Orlando, and I can still hear it at night even though I live MILES from the city center. And Orlando isn’t a huge huge city, population-wise, but in terms of area that has been sub/urbanized (you know, not subdevelopments but not skyscrapers either), Orlando is up there with the huge metropolises. The trains seem like they are configured to pass through the maximum number of intersections at which to blow their horns (again, like you, at 3 am.)
Heh, heh, heh.
Standing on my front porch I can look directly across the street to one of the busiest train yards in my fairly large city. On an average day anywhere from one to three dozen trains go barrelling by–horns, whistles, and general claptrap included.
Most of the framed photos on my walls have cracked glass from falling, because the house rumbles so when the trains pass at high speeds. I used to replace it, but I’ve given up at this point.
It wakes me up sometimes, but it’s pretty rare. I actually find that I sleep less peacefully in other locations, because the absence of the familiar train noises keeps me slightly on edge.
Oh man, I hear you. Although I’m surprised I’m not totally deaf, what with the trains blaring all through the night. I can hear one right now!
Our town has two sets of tracks, one on either side. I happen to live a block away from one set, close to two crossings.
During the day, the noise isn’t that big of a deal. The requisite three honks, and they’re through. I’ve counted. I don’t know what the night drivers are drinking that makes them lay on the horn for a full minute at each intersection, or else fifteen looong blasts. The guy that goes through at 4 AM is the worst. Wakes me up every damn day.
And near work is a crossing that we have to use to get into town. It also is a train pass, with two sets of tracks. I have no idea why they didn’t put the train crossing a half mile futher down, where there isn’t a high-traffic surface street to interfere with, but there you go. Right about lunch time, a train invariably comes through that is too long to sit on one side of the train crossing, and has to block the traffic intersection while it waits for another train to pass.
If you sit there for half an hour and finally decide that it’s not moving any time soon and you won’t get lunch if you don’t go around and you drive a mile up to the next crossing, it never fails that the oncoming train has the crossing arms down and you have to wait for that one.
Ah yes, the Monday morning trash pick up. Fifteen years I lived with that crap. I’ve often wondered if the trash collectors were shot putters in training, as they seemed to make sport of lofting metal trash cans to record distances. At seven in the fucking AM.
At least I moved last year. Right outside my window is another apartment building. Fairly noisy construction, but at least those assholes were moving out. Hopefully the new neighbors will be quiet, thought I.
Imagine my joy when I found out yesterday that it has been converted into a frat house.
