When I was fairly young a train derailed near where I and my sister were spending time with the Gilmore side of the family. Of course we had to go see it so we loaded up in the Station Wagon which was cool because the Tailgate Seats faced out to the rear.
There was quite a crowd. When you worked your way close enough you could see the embankment which was gouged and torn by the tumbled cars which lay scattered just like they do when you run an electric set too fast around a tight bend (no bend in sight however so who knows?). It was a freight train and part of the load was coal and part logs which stuck up everywhere like some kind of random Stonehenge along with ties and sections of track.
No, I’m not fascinated by train wrecks. Why would you think so?
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