Cab-Ride tapes
BOOM-BIDDA-ZOOM-BIDDA |
The Keed in 1962. |
STAND BACK! |
Well, my tapes probably aren’t 22 years old, but the video was shot in February of 1985.
My Northeast Corridor Cab-Ride tapes are my favorite train-videos. A video-camera was set up in the cab of an Amtrak AEM7, and the entire run video-taped; Washington Union Station to Philly (a MetroLiner), and then Philly to New York City (the Broadway) — two tapes.
I’m attached to the Northeast Corridor, originally the electrified Pennsy line from Washington to New York.
That line traversed northern Delaware where I lived, so I got to see the fabulous Pennsy GG1s at speed.
Images of storming GG1s remain:
-1) hanging on for dear life at Claymont station as a G flew by at at least 90 mph about 10 feet away.
-2) Gs booming over the flyover over the Edgemoor Yard entrance.
-3) Storming up the grade past the Wilmington Shops onto the Chinese Wall.
One time a GG1 smacked a bulldozer on a flatbed at a grade-crossing in Newark, DE, and the bulldozer flew about 250 feet. The GG1 stayed on the track, and had only a small dent.
The Keed in 1962. |
Over the Edgemoor Yard-entrance flyover. (Only Pennsy could afford this.) |
“New York Ave. (Washington Union Station) is the station-limits. Once we pass that underpass, we’re out on the main.”
“Put the hammer down,” I always say.
Suddenly the AEM7 is accelerating north.
Within minutes “Our speed is now 110 mph.”
A few minutes later “Our speed is now 120 mph.”
“30 seconds between mileposts,” the engineman says. “Check your stopwatch. 30 seconds is 120.”
The concrete ties are an onrushing blur. Cantenary poles flash by.
“This is a 90 mph curve,” the engineer says, as we slow a little.
Shortly after the horrible accident where Amtrak’s Colonial smacked a couple of Conrail U-Boats at GunPow Interlocking, I got out the tape to see where the accident happened. It was just short of the Gunpowder River — they were lucky they they didn’t end up in the drink. (The AEM7s [there were two] were utterly vaporized, and the engineman never found.)
“80 mph over the bridge,” the engineman says, as we cross the Susquehanna.
We pass the Northeast River as we hurtle north — I used to be able to hear Gs at Sandy Hill blowing for a grade-crossing along the Northeast River. — And Sandy Hill was on the other side of the peninsula. (No more grade-crossings at all on the Corridor.)
I call out old hangouts as the train passes Wilmington:
“That’s the Shops,” I say.
“Purina Chows!”
We parallel I-495 as we hammer north. (I-495 wasn’t there in 1961.)
It would take my brother’s rumpeta-rumpeta to keep up with it.
The Keed in 1961. |
Southbound past the Wilmington Shops. |
Zoo Interlocking, a massive triangular interchange near the Philadelphia Zoo, is so contorted the trains are limited to 40 mph.
And the tunnels are ancient. Those under Baltimore are still the same size as originally dug; and the “tubes” under the Hudson River are too small to pass freight-cars.
Amtrak uses double-deck passenger-cars on many lines, but not the Corridor.
And in north Jersey the line is so congested trains often get stabbed.
“This train doesn’t get much respect any more (our train, Train 40, the Broadway Limited). Cross over anything in front of it, or hold it up in any way, and you were fired.”
No matter: “We are now rounding the famous Elizabeth Curve. Probably more trains have been photographed on this curve than anywhere else in the nation.”
We cross the massive drawbridge over the Passaic River in Newark, and thread the congested trackage toward the Tubes.
“Hudson tower,” the announcer says. At least three railroads went by Hudson, and the storage-yards of New Jersey Transit’s diesel-powered north Jersey railroad-lines are adjacent.
NJT also shares the trackage and Tubes into New York City. — We can only do about 50.
We round a curve and suddenly dive into the darkened Tubes under the Hudson.
Glowing incandescents march past — we’re only doing about 40.
Then we come into a deep sunlit cut awash with double-slip double-throw switches, and a mass of tangled cantenary-wire above. How anyone maintains this mess is a miracle.
“Welcome to New York City,” the engineman says. “We got a big trashcan right over there.”
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