This story happened about 15 years ago, give or take. At the time, I worked for a small industrial railroad in my city that served about twenty different industries along the docks. To get to the docks, from the yard where I would pick up the inbound (deliveries to the industries) cars, we had a mile of street trackage that ran right down the middle of a small street. Numerous bars lined the street on one side, with the river on the other side.
Because of city regulations, we were only allowed to operate along that span of track between specific hours. Typically 11 at night, to about 5 in the morning. However, since the bars were open at that time, it also meant that we had to trundle along at a crawl (usually walking pace, or just about that), and keep the locomotive on the front end of the movement. Every night I went down that street, there would typically be two or three people who had parked too close to the tracks, prompting me to have to get people to move their cars. It wasn’t a major problem, just an annoyance.
via @notiun
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