Railroad stories. Post something you experienced!

Klinger

The Chicago CTA guy
So, lots of train photography threads, lots of pictures and sightings, but what about post about some real life experiences. Be it from actual railroaders around here, or something you saw while railfanning.

So, I posted, I start.

I think it was last July, were were still running 9 car trains up at the loop. I was conductor that day, and I had been warned that the previous day they were having trouble with one of the Drop bottom gons, the 705. The brake beam was riding up on the wheels and in the morning, we replaced the brake shoes and the guides on the beam. So we figured that was it, just a broken guide. Well, we were wrong.

2nd trip down the hill, I was standing on the the 1157 watching the 705 carefully. I made another round on the train, and on the backstretch I happened to look down at the brake beam on 705 that was giving us trouble, and noticed the entire beam was riding on top of the wheel, and jammed against the car frame. sparks were flying because the guide was rubbing on the wheel. I got on the radio and asked for a nice, easy stop. Hopped off were were just starting our way around High Fill when this happened, the steepest part of the line, and down hill, we only use the little 12 and 1203 goes down the hill first and waits.

Well, I called for 12 to release the brakes, which they did, and we set a few hand brakes further up the train to hold it on the hill. So after that, I started kicking the beam, Gary, the engineer decided to try and push the train up the hill, something normally not even attempted with a little 41 ton engine that can only handle 5 cars on its own, to push a 9 car train up the hill. Well, needless to say, it did nothing but spin the wheels.

So we ended up running the train down the hill a ways, to get more room to work, the the fireman Tim brought some tools from the engine, and, after spending another 10 minutes kicking and hammering away at the beam. All this time, people are watching, taking pictures, telling their kids were fixing the train.

So, then we finally started got on the ground, and began taking the brake beam apart from the rigging to free it from the frame of the car, then we beat it till it fell loose. So then we got to put the brake rigging back together on the side of high fill, took us about 15 more minutes to do all this work. Then we cut out the brakes from that car, drained the air till they released, and continued out the day. Spent about 45 minutes on the side of High fill fixing that thing.

At the end of the day, we parked it in the shop for repair.....guess who was on shop duty! We ended up stealing parts from the 1089 which is out of service permantly on the morning star siding and used the longer hangers from that car, so that the brake beam was lower on the wheel. Turns out the old hangers were too short, so the brake beam was sitting above the center of the wheel, so when the brakes applied, it ended up riding up into the frame. The new hangers hold it where it should be, below the center of the wheel, so it cups the wheel and pulls it upward, but the beam itself cannot ride up any higher and pulls the wheel up instead.

Needless to say, 705 has never been a problem since, we seem to have solved the problem.


So thats my story, anyone else?
 
I saw a Vline Y class shunter hauling a failed Xtrap two days before my birthday i don't have any pics sorry
 
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Back in 2000, just after the millennium turnover, I took the Sunset Limited from Orlando to LA. Met a girl named Katherine in the dining car that evening. As luck would have it, we both had staterooms in the same sleeper. I will leave it to your imagination why it was a wonderful trip, but keep it clean please. :)

Cheers

AJ
 
Well one friday when I was driving a commuter train in real life (non stopping service) from Kazan to Perm there was several metres of track missing in the country side, stolen by the gypsy. Luckily I was only going at 20 km/h because of a low speedlimit in the area. When I found the missing track section I inmediately called back to Kazan, but they did not provide any assitance about this so I was left in the train around 14 hours before an officer came, and I wasn't allowed to leave the train since it was under my "responsability". After this all train services were replaced by buses and the track section was repaired around 2 weeks later, but that didn't give me a holiday.
 
On july 24, 1984, I was comfortably seated in an Amtrak cafe car, quietly sipping a Bud, and watching the New York City sky line.
Tanker shipping was slow in New England during the summer months, so I was on my way to the Big Apple to catch a Sealand box boat for Northern Europe.
The 'Merchant's Limited' (A holdover from the New Haven days.) had just crossed the Hell's Gate bridge and was traveling south on the upper Queens viaduct, bound for Penn Station, about 15 minutes distant.
Suddenly, BOOM! A loud bang and I, along with several hundred other Amtrak passengers, were thrown to the floor. What the.....................!
I regained my feet after several seconds, and shaking off the violent surprise, took a look at the scene around me. People were thrown every where. It soon became apparent that the train had run into an immovable object. Indeed it had; a northbound commuter train out of Penn Station, on the same track! I, along with several other passengers offered what aid we could to those still down, helping them to seats, and offering water and even bandaids from a first-aid kit. The young lady serving the cafe car was down. She was seriously injured. Most of us suffered only minor bangs and bumps, as we were seated when the accident occured.
It took a few minutes for a conductor to make his way to our car, assisting those he could. After a while, Ed Koch, the mayor of New York, showed up at a vestibule door, help would soon arrive he promised. And after a while it did.
138 people were injured that day. Unfortunately there was one fatality; an elderly Spanish diplomat.
A signal malfunction, I believe, was eventually blamed for the event.
I got safely to Penn Station. And after a while I got to Northern Europe..........and back.........without bumpin' into nuthin'!
 
On july 24, 1984, I was comfortably seated in an Amtrak cafe car, quietly sipping a Bud, and watching the New York City sky line.
Tanker shipping was slow in New England during the summer months, so I was on my way to the Big Apple to catch a Sealand box boat for Northern Europe.
The 'Merchant's Limited' (A holdover from the New Haven days.) had just crossed the Hell's Gate bridge and was traveling south on the upper Queens viaduct, bound for Penn Station, about 15 minutes distant.
Suddenly, BOOM! A loud bang and I, along with several hundred other Amtrak passengers, were thrown to the floor. What the.....................!
I regained my feet after several seconds, and shaking off the violent surprise, took a look at the scene around me. People were thrown every where. It soon became apparent that the train had run into an immovable object. Indeed it had; a northbound commuter train out of Penn Station, on the same track! I, along with several other passengers offered what aid we could to those still down, helping them to seats, and offering water and even bandaids from a first-aid kit. The young lady serving the cafe car was down. She was seriously injured. Most of us suffered only minor bangs and bumps, as we were seated when the accident occured.
It took a few minutes for a conductor to make his way to our car, assisting those he could. After a while, Ed Koch, the mayor of New York, showed up at a vestibule door, help would soon arrive he promised. And after a while it did.
138 people were injured that day. Unfortunately there was one fatality; an elderly Spanish diplomat.
A signal malfunction, I believe, was eventually blamed for the event.
I got safely to Penn Station. And after a while I got to Northern Europe..........and back.........without bumpin' into nuthin'!

Where is the newspaper?
 
Beleive it or not, I have a copy of the New York Daily News, from that date, cubbied away in my chest of memorabelia!
 
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well thats quite the story....Only been off the tracks myself once. It was on a Grand scale amusement park railroad that I was operating. Made for an entertaining day
 
I Made a thread like this before!
Once, we were moving. We were about to cross the tracks until the lights flashed and the bell rang and we heard a horn! When the train came by the lead unit was a SD70MAC still in BN colors!
 
well thats quite the story....Only been off the tracks myself once. It was on a Grand scale amusement park railroad that I was operating. Made for an entertaining day

Actually, a correction or two, to the story.
The accident occured on July 23rd; at about 10:35 a.m.
The Train was the 'Shoreliner', another New Haven RR holdover, which left Boston's South Station at 6 a.m. on weekdays. (The 'Merchant's Limited' was an aftrnoon train.)
I would catch that early train, and generally arrive at Penn Station at around 11 a.m, catch a downtown train to the WTC stop and take the PATH train over to Jersey City to make a 1 p.m. job call.
Needless to say, I missed job call that day.

Good luck on your quest to save the S.S. United States.
 
About ten years ago I was on holiday in Ulster and standing on a station platform waiting for a train so flicked through the timetable and came across an oddity. I passed the time of day with a member of the station staff and said I had noticed an oddity. The conversation was roughly like this.

Me: "There seems to be a mistake in this timetable?"
Railman: "I shouldn't think so sir."
Me: Well the first station up that line takes x minutes, right?"
Railman: "Aye that would be about right."
Me: Well how is it a shorter time coming back?"
Railman (frowning): " You're maybe not readin' it right there?"
Me (Showing him the 2 directions and the slight difference): "See....?"
Railman: "It's maybe on a hill?"

At which point I mused I wasn't going to win against this N. Irishman.
 
Well my story is more a oddity a few months back i saw a NS train transporting what looked like a Experiment ES40 B-unit i could tell it wasnt a F7B unit because of the well i dont exactly know what to call them i call em wings it had those on it and no cab sadly i have no pictures of this wish i did is Ge doing some type of work like this?
 
I rode a train once:cool:

Seriously. I've ridden on many trains, but I'm only going to bore you with two instances.

When I was in Japan way back in 1974, I had the great experience of riding the bullet train and it was such an exhilirating experience for the day. It was as smooth as glass. If you didn't look out the windows, you could barely tell that it was moving. The fastest train that I've traveled on.

The slowest train that I've ever traveled on was in Nicaragua. I believe it was the only train in the entire country. It was a narrow guage line (sorry, but I don't know the gauge). I took a picture of it, but alas, I've misplaced the picture. I traveled from Managua to Leon and I believe that I probably could have run as fast as it was moving. The scenery was spectacular though.

Mike
 
well, i was recently in centerville in crawford county PA were the PRR Chautauqua branch ran threw, not realizing this at the time i was at my friends house, which is about a 1/2 mile from the old railroad bed. so we were going to drive to Titusville to get some pizza at little Cesar's. We walked out of his house and it was dark and snowy and got halfway to my car when suddenly we heard a distant whistle, and blew again in a cadence ive heard many steam locomotives do. as it continued to blow over and over again I stopped in my tracks. very confused I asked my friend Jake "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" he claims there was once a train wreck back in 30's just out side centerville and that the train derailed and sank into the swamp and that it was a ghost train. now I'm not to sure about that being true or it being a ghost train, it could have been someones old steam tractor or someone had a steam whistle but it kinda creeped me out. and i asked some other people in centerville casually if someone had an old steam whistle or something that whistles loudly and they all told me the same story. so i thought id tell you guys.
what do you think it is? I'm still skeptical.
 
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On july 24, 1984, I was comfortably seated in an Amtrak cafe car, quietly sipping a Bud, and watching the New York City sky line.

Wow! I'm sorry that happened to you, it must have been terrible!
(to have to drink a 'Bud', I mean! That's all they had?):eek:
 
I have a few train stories...

In 1976 I took the United Aircraft Turbo Train from Boston Back Bay to Penn Station to visit my aunt and uncle out on Long Island. This was still the early days of the New Haven merging into the Penn Central and then Conrail. The freight trains were still running under wires, and it was nice to see GG-1's all the way up to New Haven station where the electrics would be switched out for diesel power north. I still remember all the fallen flags too including old NH painted boxcars even though they were part of the PC from the beginning. The UAC Turbo was actualy nice riding, considering the track was still all jointed rail. It's too bad that Amtrak has retired them all. They really were ahead of their time.

In 1979 I took a trip to Florida with my brother to visit relations. We took Amtrak from Boston Back Bay to Penn Station. We took the Senator then switched to the Crescent for the trip to Deland where we met our relatives. This was an interesting trip because there was still electric freight on the Pennsy tracks and there were lots of fallen flag freight cars around. Conrail was only 3 years old, and not everything was painted blue and red brown then. There were still even boxcars with Pennsy logos on them and old NYC boxcars as well. The worst part of the trip was cockroaches on the Crescent. I spent my time not sleeping, but instead wacking the window frame with my shoe trying to kill the bugs!


In 1987 I took a business trip to Taiwan. I didn't ride the trains, but did some train watching one day off. I wasn't allowed to take pictures, but it was still a great time. The tracks are meter gauge there and the trains were a mix of German, American, and British rolling stock. It was interesting to see the number of trains too overtaking each other as expresses passed locals and locals passed the freights. This reminded me of what the old Pennsy must've looked like with the catenery overhead and all the trains running at the same time. The trains on the local branches were diesel-based push-pull trainsets that looked similar to RDCs, but all married together like the old New Haven's Roger Williams trainset. http://www.flickr.com/photos/cessna152towser/4984016001/


John
 
Hi Everybody.
One experience on the British railways that I always remember was on an occasion when I was to attend a large industry conference in London. All invited had been booked into several hotels in the Holborn area of London and without doubt there would be the traditional "pre-conference booze up" on the night prior to the event.

In an effort to avoid sitting in the conference with a head like a bucket me and a fellow attender decided to travel up by rail fairly late on the evening prior to the conference in an effort to avoid the said beer bonanza. There was a through train from Weston-super-Mare to London at around 7 PM which called at my local station in Somerset which is a very rural station. My companion said he would meet me on the train when it stopped at Bristol Temple Meads.

I walked onto my local station on a very cold clear and moonlight winter's night with a breeze making a tree behind the opposite platform gently creak. There was not a soul around and all seemed very eerie as I gazed down the line wishing with every nerve in my body to see the friendly lights of the approaching HST.

I stood there feeling very cold, nervous and wishing I'd never volunteered to go, there was complete silence except for the creaking tree. Suddenly there was a large slap on my shoulder on my shoulder and a voice said "alright". I must have lept 6 feet into the air and hurled my laptop bag at whoever was assaulting me. It was a futile gesture as my laptop swept across the top of his head and took off down the platform bouncing several times in the process.

The voice then said "blow me you're getting nervous in your old age Bill". It was my travelling companion who had decided to meet me at my local station as the parking was cheaper than in Bristol. We boarded a train and it then took several large brandies in the buffet car to restore my nerves and normal placid nature. We were quite merry when we got off the train at London Paddington and then joined the rest of the "beer booze up crowd at the hotel" it turned out to be a very late and liquid night

Next morning despite all our efforts we both sat there in our traditional "head like a bucket conference postures" vowing that we would go back to conference conformity in the future. The upside was that my laptop still worked despite bouncing along the platform for about 50 yards it must have been all the conference papers packed around it that saved it.

Bill
 
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