I admit at first we all felt like filthy communists, but the rush you get from the sound of the steel wheels sliding on steel rails followed by the sound of a train obliterating a Nissan at over 90 mph is god damn addictive. Occasionally, we’ll catch a lifted pickup that has stalled on the tracks (ironically it’s almost always a Dodge Ram) and man those dumbasses universally want to blame the train, so we all get to “Stand out ground” and riddle that truck with so many bullets that it doubles in weight. Hell, that’s how I met my bff Harlan. He was working off his community service time for his 3rd DUI right there next to the track picking up litter. Next thing you know him, me, and the train engineer are seeing who can spin the rear tire of some upside down Dodge the fastest. Harlan is a damn good shot, but since he was serving community time he wasn’t allowed to carry anything bigger than a 9mm, so he definitely lost that one.