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I was doing laundry in my basement, and I tripped over a metal bar that wasn't there the moment before. I looked down: "Rail? WTF?" and then I saw concrete sleepers underneath and heard the rumbling.
Deafening railroad horn. I dumped my wife's pants, unfolded, and dove behind the water heater. It was a double-stacked Z train, headed east towards the fast single track of the BNSF Emporia Sub (Flint Hills). Majestic as hell: 75 mph, 6 units, distributed power: 4 ES44DC's pulling, and 2 Dash-9's pushing, all in run 8. Whole house smelled like diesel for a couple of hours!
Fact is, there is no way to discern which path a train will take, so you really have to be watchful. If only there were some way of knowing the routes trains travel.
I want to sincerely apologize for my recent actions. I regret how I handled the situation and understand the impact it may have had. I truly value our relationship and the privileges I've enjoyed, especially when it comes to my access to affordable drinks.
I hope we can move past this and continue enjoying those privileges together. Thank you for your understanding.
Best regards,
[Your Name]
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