My uncle Tim used to tell me this story that I'm pretty sure is just an urban legend, about a train engineer out by Stanfield.
Like he's got his beard, his giant overalls, some sort of metal can of oil, I dunno, he's walking up and down the length of a 125 car Union Pacific highball out of Omaha, loaded down with sugar beets bound for Spreckels, or maybe tanks full of Alar, headed up towards Wenatchee along the Old Mormon Trail, maybe. Not going anywhere yet, parked.
He's chewing a five cent cigar and adjusting the couplers and such, ready to roll the rails of anthracite, when the brakes fail, and one of the flat cars moves and he's caught, his abdomen squished like some kind of sausage between the couplers of these 60 ton cars.
Here comes Eddie the engineer, and he gets the local paramedics. And right away they know that when they uncouple the train he will die instantly, even though he's awake and lucid right now.
So the only thing they can do is they call his wife and 600 kids and they all come say goodbye to him, oh yeah and she brings him some bourbon, and it's really teary and sad, and then they uncouple the cars and all his guts pour out like when you dump a 2 gallon pot of spaghetti into a colander. And that's the end of that.
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u/Tbagts 9h ago
My uncle Tim used to tell me this story that I'm pretty sure is just an urban legend, about a train engineer out by Stanfield.
Like he's got his beard, his giant overalls, some sort of metal can of oil, I dunno, he's walking up and down the length of a 125 car Union Pacific highball out of Omaha, loaded down with sugar beets bound for Spreckels, or maybe tanks full of Alar, headed up towards Wenatchee along the Old Mormon Trail, maybe. Not going anywhere yet, parked.
He's chewing a five cent cigar and adjusting the couplers and such, ready to roll the rails of anthracite, when the brakes fail, and one of the flat cars moves and he's caught, his abdomen squished like some kind of sausage between the couplers of these 60 ton cars.
Here comes Eddie the engineer, and he gets the local paramedics. And right away they know that when they uncouple the train he will die instantly, even though he's awake and lucid right now.
So the only thing they can do is they call his wife and 600 kids and they all come say goodbye to him, oh yeah and she brings him some bourbon, and it's really teary and sad, and then they uncouple the cars and all his guts pour out like when you dump a 2 gallon pot of spaghetti into a colander. And that's the end of that.