We still get a few. Unless they are inside an engine or trying to break into a car or container, I usually look the other way. I have had my share of eating mac 'n' cheese and six for a buck ramen noodles in my younger days, so Let em ride I say, they ain't hurtin nothin.
I can remember working an assigned train on set miles and overtime did not start until 14 hrs on duty. In other words our money was already made and the goal was to get over the road and tie-up. Last thing I wanted to hear was, ''eastbound 2751 you got a rider inside an 'empty' boxcar''.
''Gee, thanks'', I would think to myself. ''Ya just ruined our quit buddy. Now I'm gonna miss the game''.
Growing up in Grants Pass, Oregon in the late 70's myself and friends would hop on a SP local just for kicks. A few times the brakie would see us and just say, ''don't get hurt''. I even got my first cab ride this way from a friendly crew.
When I would call my dad to pick us up in Medford he would always ask, ''how in the heck did ya get there? When we told him how we got there he would just laughed and say, ''next time your walking back''
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