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My friend Lara bought her house based on its proximity to a train track. She's a freak; she wants her husband to dress up like a hobo. I shit you not.

and I probably shouldn't have said that

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sex on a passenger train is like nothing else.

I really have nothing else to say.

Yay! Choo-Choo's!!

It just makes me smile to know that there are people who think about what would happen if a train's headlight stopped working at night.

Shortly after high school, some friends and I were cavorting near Golden Gardens, a beach in NW Seattle. It was hot out and my best friend's younger brother and I decided to go on a little vesper tine adventure on the train tracks.
It was starting to get really dark and the tracks were separated from the beach by foliage. We had to climb up a little slope to reach them.
We entered right on a curve in the track and couldn't see around the corner. I swear we'd gone no more than 50 feet when the air seemed to shimmer. I thought I was imagining things.
I turned to Jason, "Dood. Did you feel that?"
"Feel what?" His eyes were like saucers.
I stood still and listened. Something was coming. Something that weighed thousands of pounds. Something incredibly powerful. The track started to vibrate.
"Uh...let's go back!"
We ran our asses off back to where we came in. As we were jumping back down the slope, a train whipped past.
I don't think I've ever felt such power before! Jason and I exchanged a look, if we'd hesitated...

Anyway, that's my train story.

I hate trains. We can do so much better.

I just moved out of a house that was a mere 75 yards away from the train tracks... very busy train tracks. a train every 3o minutes minimum. jusus i hate trains. and everyone has to sit at a train intersection and wait for 10 minutes while someone else is making money delivering shit. where's my cut?

Wow. That reminds me of "Atlas Shrugged." The heroine is a brilliant, spunky, dark-haired woman who loves trains. And she runs a Transcontinental Railroad.

Here's my train story!

Once i was caught like five feet from a train rushing past. I couldn't get farther away because there was a deep ditch.

And i done got all scared. Because the dang train was all close and shit.

We live near train tracks, and just before I read this story, I was saying to myself "fuckin noisy ass train, gonna wake the girl who might discover I'm havin a beer when I'm not a-spose-to."
Then I read it as the train clanked by, and realized I take such sounds and notions for granted....
best train experience for me was standing near those very tracks with my then 7 year old son, who had never seen a real train, let alone that close, as a big long freighter rushed past us.

Eloquent? You are more sanguine than I.

...But thank you. Would that I had the courage to tell my other two train stories.

Damn, Ben. That was eloquent and touching.

Thanks.

When I was a sprout, the house we lived in was two blocks from the main drag and one block from the tracks. (Ours was technically the "not-other side" thereof, though you'd not've known it from the state of household finances after Dad paid his child support. Five older brothers and sisters from the first marriage, see.)

Mom has ever since equated the sound of a passing train with loneliness; prior to that time (I am told) we lived in Greenwich Village, and the buzz, the background whirrs and bangs and voices, were omnipresent.

So do I. My parents would all too often kick off their Sundays by arguing; I would go outside, climb into the crook of the tree that shaded the front yard, wait 'til the train passed by, and count the cars as it passed by. When it was gone, I would go back into the house and face life.

Ever since I have had a lust for travel exceeded only by a lust for stability.

And Klaus spoke unto the people and their souls were finally fulfilled.

You know what I like about trains?

I like the sound of a distant train as it travels through a cold and foggy night. The fog affects the quality of the sound. Like a muddy filter. The fog also seems to carry the sound with a richer and spookier texture. An almost hollow sound. Like connecting 2 tin cans with string and whispering "which way to the making out?" through them.