On the first day of school in my hometown of Kearny, NJ in September of ‘65 three high school kids ducked under a railroad gate that was down. There was a train stopped at the station and these kids went around it but didn’t hear or see the train coming in the other direction and were killed. It was just horrible.
How sad. Trains are huge and mostly silent. People are like mosquitoes and cars are like pop cans.