Right now, you're probably thinking that severing two legs via train isn't the sort of misadventure anyone could survive. ![]() I would hate for there to be some moment of horror I forget." This probably sounds insane to most of you, but I was 17, and the train goes very slowly (never more than 6 miles an hour through town), so it's a great transit option for kids who: A) have no car and B) are invulnerable teenagers who will never, ever die. The track ran right between my dorm and my classes, so I would hop on it in the morning as a shortcut. Obviously, I wound up hopping my first train during my first week at school. This wasn't a secret - before I started class, my mom warned me repeatedly not to go near the train. and I found on arrival that hopping was a huge part of the local college culture there. Ĭombining drunk college students and heavy machinery. Well, the kids at Colorado State University, anyway - the train tracks run right through Fort Collins and the campus itself. Actually, train-hopping is what all the kids are into these days. ![]() ![]() "What in the hell were you doing hopping on trains, anyway?" is probably what the emergency medical technicians wanted to ask me as they put me and my severed legs onto a stretcher.
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