I have a number of friends who are retired, and some who still sit in the Cab today, and they tell me interesting and sometimes hairy tales of how their day went. Maybe you would share some of your interesting happenings with the rest of the guys here on the Board. There are a number of younger members who have never had the thrill of even being up in a cab, much less got to ride or really know what it is like to "Drive a Train". I wont call any names but will start this off with a fellow I'll call Sledge, because he has hands as big as sledge hammers, and is sort of crusty now in old age. He was an old steam hog out in the mountains of Colorado. One morning he was drifting down a slight grade coming around a right hand bend with the mountain straight up on his side, and a canyon drop off on his fireman's side. Their load was fairly light, and they had just topped out and starting down, so speed was slow. As they got almost all the way around all he could see ahead of him was solid rock where daylight should have been. He didn't have time to think about it, but instinctively shut her down and set air. Then BUMP!!and they were sitting still! He looked at his fireman, and then they both looked ahead again, and blimked. Solid rock ahead! He said they climbed down on his side to find they had smashed the coupler and pilot smack into a huge boulder that had tipped over onto the tracks. The rails dipped down under this boulder a couple of feet, and maybe a foot of rail was pried up into the air with the pilot wheels up there on top. They walked back checking the cars to see if they were on the ground, or still on the rails. The lead wheels of the car just behind the engine had bounced up to where one flange was sitting on top the rail next to the mountain, with the heel of the opposit wheel just about to drop down between the rails. If it fell or slipped, he was afraid the car would tip over into the canyon. The engine seemd to be OK other than bent, so they decided to try backing up a little to re-rail the wheel. They set a brake shoe tight against the following wheel, to see if it could cause enough twist to slip the flange off into place before the wheel rode up over the shoe. He said he had already picked out the piece of rock he was going to dive for if the car tipped and took the engine down with it. He eased the throttle with the Johnson Bar full back, and listened for the fireman to holler to stop. As the engine started to move, there was a big CLANG, the box car swayed, and the fireman hollared all at the same time! He said he centered the Johhy Bar and jumped for his rock all in the same move! The wheel had settled back in place, and the fireman had knocked the brake shoe off into the ballast, and was coming foreward when Old Sledge slipped and fell off his rock. They went to the front, and saw that the head light was smashed, coupler and pilot was all flattened back almost against the pilot wheels, but the engine could still run backwards and drag the pilot. Well, they backed the train back up over the pass, and down to a town and called in. He said, they both went into the station master's office and changed clothes, took a shower, and waited for word from the dispatcher. He said they were still shaking after supper. Well, that was one day in the cab with old Sledge. Next time I'll tell about an idiot kid who dared to play chicken with the train. Its your turn now. Tell us about one of your days.