Hobo Pride: Freight-train hopping to Lynchburg
After 17 months — too long a time — I was back sticking a thumb in DHS’s eye. In June
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After 17 months — too long a time — I was back sticking a thumb in DHS’s eye. In June
Read moreIt had been nearly a year since my ecstatic daylight ride through the Wind River Canyon of Wyoming. I flew
Read moreThere are few experiences sadder than returning to a Western railroad yard 12 years later. In 1993, starting out of
Read moreAfter six years, I saw the Colorado outlaw known as TTK again in Fort Collins, Colorado. I’d slept behind a
Read moreIt was time for a training ride, nothing glamorous or long, but a tune-up for a much longer trip up
Read moreEvery time I flexed my right arm, the triceps ached. Yep, the train I had just jumped had probably been
Read moreOn Friday night, August 2, 1991, I rode Tri-Met bus #17 to the Southern Pacific yard adjoining the Eastmoreland golf
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