First, if it says that what you were looking for does not exist.
It does.

Look for it either Here for history or Here for chases or in the Archive Listing below.

How to Get Around this Site

This page is a place holder so when the site opens it is not full of lists which are important to navigation.
There are two entries whose titles start with "THE LIST".
If you just enjoy CHASING TRAINS and the excitement they involve, GO THERE.
THAT is where you will find my MISCELLANEOUS offerings, also.
This solution is the best one so far, though not perfect.
PS 1: There is one more, a Temporary Patch. click to GO THERE.
PS 2: The website provided list of everything on this site, which includes writes I missed in my "lists"
is at the bottom of this page. Click the arrows (triangles) down to view the sub menus. Do not
click the dates or you will open huge archives that will freeze your computer and trigger fire alarms.
Then click the name of the article you wish.
PS 3: There is another, one that was never visited much. "Roads" of any kind or size have always been a
a favorite interest so I took Wiki's list and then added some of mine plus a number of pictures and
came up with this. The lack of interest ended my drive to share this one and work ended.
To check it out GO THERE. Seventy roads with maps are in the list. Like I said, some even
have pictures.


When you make mistakes at a young age you can later attribute them to "youthful inexperience", such a convenient and understandable excuse.

When you make mistakes at an old age the once convenient "youthful inexperience" claimed at a later date just doesn't work anymore and you are left with that fall back three letter "word" which has become a catch phrase meaning "void of intelligence exemplified during an experience", "duh".

I duh'd today, no excuses because I will not use "old age" to defend an obviously dumb move and being faked out when I saw what I believed instead of what was a normal, known, everyday, real deal..

If this continues I might as well go back to aimless riding while unreeling a string so I can get back home.
Actually, before leaving Lafayette I realized my mistake but the depression of having made it ruined the moment and I just shook my head. 

The problem with being publicly exposed while riding a motorcycle is that any physically expressed emotion can be viewed and judged.  I am sure this morning's conversation "around the water coolers" is all about the old guy on the bike that was shaking his head.

I may have other issues besides the "duh thing".

On with this sad affair.

The weather was threatening as I entered the Lafayette Yard.
This is a first stop for a lazy train chaser.
If one is in the starting gate the ride is a nobrainer.
Just go.
There was nothing happening but I did see two interesting engines.
One was the pretty KCS "War Bonnet". Was she the one from the other night?
The other was a  "Citirail", a name I've heard but not seen or seen scantly.
This off of Wiki:
"Citicorp Railmark Inc (trading as Citirail Express or CREX) is known for leasing locomotives to the BNSF Railway because of their crisis to move oil trains starting in 2013. The CREX (Citi Rail Express) locomotives are a rare sight to see but are becoming more popular as days go by".
Not a whole lot of information there but this chase report should be as short as possible.

is below.
Maybe I should do some Wiki entries and get my site linked. Duh.

And, it seems BNSF has not used up its piles of ballast yet. 

 At home I'd heard two Louisiana & Delta engineers talking.  I caught that one was at Elks 
and the other was working the BR Branch and they had some  understanding 
that one would get the switch for the other. Particulars were not clear to me.
So, shooting for the sure thing since I'd seen nothing on the BR since I forgot to look, duh,
I headed to Alligator Point to see if I could catch the train coming up the  hill, always a good 
photo spot.
Nothing was coming  up the hill but the work crew was off the tracks.
Work crews being "off the tracks" means that there is an impending train.

I headed for Elks (south Lafayette).
Oh yea, Mz Utah was doing her dance at the Elks Spur, a historical shrine.

She was ridding  herself of the empty boxcar.

Happy Motorist abounded.

The guy in front of me was shaking his head.
You can try, but sometimes you just can't hide.
See, I'm talking about him at my water cooler.

I'm getting quite good at my over the shoulder shots.
Maybe I should shoot all of them that way.
Done, the crewman remounted Mz. Utah. Maybe a better choice of words would be in order. Naw.

He would guide her gently off the Elks and onto the Main.
The heat rose as the train retreated.

Stop it you old fool!

 I chased her into Lafayette.
I settled in leaning against a telephone post at the corner of Spring & Dorset Ave, aka Alligator Pt.
I lit up a cigarette and waited, the air becoming thick with smoke, cough.
 The post steadied my shaking windblown body as I zoomed beyond the limits down the
escarpment's incline.
Her red Rudolph  nose shown in the winter landscape.

After negotiating the crossing it was time to highball hammer down.
Heavy breaths could be faintly heard as she pulled hard up the incline.

He was shaking his head thinking it was a private moment.
There are no private moments. Duh.

I lingered too long.
I should have gotten on my horse.
I could have beaten her to Cameron St.

I arrived at South Pierce St. and there was a train sitting at the crossing.
What had happened to Mz. Utah?

I was looking at her tail gunner.  She had stopped for me to catch up knowing I was old.
I didn't realize her gesture until too late and, as I said,  the moment was gone.