Banter Between My Train and Red Miata
You two were sitting atop your red, racing numbered Miata at the railroad crossing next to Shute Park last night, and I decided to lean out the window of my locomotive to salute you guys for the pure, untamed aura you were exuding. Turns out, that started a game of cat and mouse as you guys decided zip to a few more upcoming crossings to stop and give us even bigger and more firm salutes as we blazed through the night as a whoppin' 10mph. It became a "Where's Waldo?" for us.
I tried to stop at the last crossing we saw you at to come down and shake your hands for the entertaining time you were giving us, but there were too many other cars around, so we had to just settle with the brief out-the-window conversation of
"Y'all good? Having a good time?"
"Oh yeah, we're having a GREEEEEAAATTT NIGHT!"
"Train Drunk #102" was the running gag between me and my two conductors for the night.
Hope you guys had fun, got home safely, and maybe we're cross paths again down the line with another firm salute.