Well, okay. How about The Case of the Broken Rail?BRWombat wrote:Love the train stories, o great Zazu! More please!!
Rails break. It's not unusual. But they tend to break in distinctive ways. The most common involves the bolt holes in the end of each rail. You can't live without them as you really do need to bolt them one to another. Unfortunately, those bolt holes are a weak spot, and tend to be the starting point for cracks. Eventually, the cracks grow sideways to the end of the rail and up through the top, leaving a loose triangular chunk.
It takes a sharp eye that knows what it's looking for to see one. It's just about impossible from the cab of a locomotive, which is why there are (or should be) daily inspections by somebody who knows track.
I just happen to know track that well, and spotted such a broken rail just about where the locomotives stop at Toontown. Because we had no radios, the only way I could stop the oncoming train was to throw the switch to the roundhouse, which sets a signal red. I called Frontierland (the previous station), but a train had already left, so I walked down the track to the signal.
Here's where the stupid started. The engineer wanted to evac the train there in the woods and walk the guests to Toontown. He couldn't understand that it was perfectly safe to pull into the station, stopping just short of the break, which would let almost all of the guests get off at the station platform. Turns out he was freaked by the red light, so I offered to go turn it green, but warned him I would be standing on the track at the break, and to please not squish me.
Fortunately, he managed not to. The guests were taken off without incident. Then the challenge became explaining the situation to a manager. It didn't work. Finally, I told them I would be standing in the middle of the track until they arrived and hung up. Amazingly, that worked!
He looked at the track with the broken rail and declared it safe to run on. So, I picked up the broken piece, leaving a six-inch gap in the rail and asked, "How about now?" Okay, that he could understand.
We had to put the piece back in and roll the first set of wheels over it to back the trains off, but managed to do so without a derailment. Took maintenance overnight to replace the broken rail since there was only one man on duty and they wouldn't let me help.
So we went 101 for the day and all but six of us went home, we six taking turns standing at the stations, saying, "We're closed for the day."
All this sounds like a lot of talk and very little excitement, but it had me pretty worried because of the potential for minor disaster if a loco had rolled over because somebody like me hadn't been there to notice the break.
This story isn't a reason to worry about the safety of the line. I believe it was the only time we broke a rail in the eight years I was on the line.
But for months the manager involved kept bugging me by asking if I'd "broken the railroad again".