@p51 posted:Such a shame that these days, that'd never happen. When I was in my teens, I was driving past a business near the (I think it was Family Lines by then, had been SCL and don't think it was CSX yet) mainline which I knew had a spur but never saw anything switching there.
Anyway, I pulled over and watched and the engineer let me into the cab while he switched a car there, then back out to the derail. I walked back to my Suzuki Samurai (I must admit I miss that vehicle) about a quarter a mile away with a giant smile on my face. I have no photos of it as I had no camera with me, but the spur is either gone or too covered with weeds to make it out now (I did look the last time I was there).
Very nice story Lee! I didn't have a camera at that time either ( kids didn't carry camera's around in 1963 ... LOL!
... however you and I both have our experiences vividly etched in our memories and the feelings of being in that locomotive are engrained in our being. Like you, after hopping of that B&O GP7, I wore an ear to ear grin all the back home!
