Loco motion.

Several years ago, in South Texas, I was walking along a train track on a trestle about 50 feet over a river.   I looked over my shoulder and saw a train bearing down on me, very slowly.  Says I to myself, “This is not a good thing.”   I carefully stepped to a narrow ledge and took hold of a iron cross-bar to steady myself.  The train slowly rumbled past, and I crouched down to take this photo.  The conductor, a considerate chap, leaned out his window and said, matter-of-factly, “Watch out for the train.”

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