Robert Paniagua wrote:I know, people still do it to avoid Amtrak Fares, or Bus fares, so they try to catch a free ride by freight train to new destinations. But it's not recommended, in fact, you could be locked up for trespassing.
...or dead; and not just from falling off, either. Death by exposure or dehydration is a real possibility. Falling asleep while perched in a precarious spot can result in a rather messy ending also; and who can hang or even lay for up to 12 hours without getting bored and sleepy?
Two thoughts. First, when I was a new-hire, a brakeman on a local merchant, I saw some slobs (can't really call them "bums," this was in an urban area and we weren't a through freight; they were just out for kicks) hopping our train. I asked the conductor what we should do.
"Here's what you do, kid," answered the conductor. (I was 39 years old and was more amused than offended at being called "kid.") "You look STRAIGHT AHEAD and don't look back until we hit Campbell Yard.
"Why's that?"
"Because, if the @#*&%$ falls off and lives, and sues the railroad, his slick-mouthed lawyer could make a case that you LET HIM RIDE by not stopping and chasing him off."
I thought there was probably something to that.
Second incident: We were out in the middle of nowhere, tying down a train...had a trainee with us, three-man crew. The dispatch chief, in his wisdom, thought it better that we hop a train home to Buffalo rather than have a cab sent...CSX was on an "austerity budget" that quarter.
UPS hotshot van shows up, stops. The eager-beaver trainee hops onto the second unit, a brand-new widebody, climbs inside - and he's back out just as fast. "Uh-uh," he's mumbling.
What the... I think. I go up there, and there's this guy, about 23, hasn't washed for about five years, smells like a corpse, looking at us, glassy-eyed. I'm back by the front door, going for the toolbox for a hammer or something, he follows me down.
"...uh...you want me to leave?" he asks. Docile as hell.
"YES," I say, trying to recover my own dignity and play the Avenging Angel. He hits the dirt with his backpack and disappears into the dark. He was no danger to anyone but himself...obviously he was road-testing pharmaceuticals.
We were lucky there. If he'd been crazed, he could have picked us off as we went in, one, two, three. For that matter, he could have gone berserk with the train's own crew.