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I’ve just completed another stint as the driving instructor for a new batch of FrontRunner engineers. Since the beginning of this year, this is the third time around, training members of a group of duly licensed student engineers, each class for about 6 weeks. It shows how little a chance I’ve had to drive my own train in 2019.

Another group is now working through their classroom portion of training, ensuring that I won’t be alone for long. But for now, I’m left with my own thoughts as I help move passengers up and  down Utah’s Wasatch front.

The first time I rode in a locomotive was after I had almost completed my own classroom portion of the training. That morning, we’d just successfully finish one of the big tests, and so for the afternoon session, the training department finally allowed us a real peak of what we were getting into.

At the closest station, three of us students piled into the cab of the locomotive, and a quick introduction was made. Keyleigh, engineer 7451, wasn’t expecting the “ride along” any more than we were, but she is a “people person” and comfortably chatted with my fellow students, Jeremy and Stew, who had quickly taken the front and center positions around her, as she guided the train northbound.

From my more conservative position, standing behind the others, and also with the surprisingly loud noise and rattle of the locomotive roaring 79 miles an hour down the track, I couldn’t hear much as she described what she was doing and why, as the train proceeded smoothly, yet quickly along from station to station. So I didn’t hear the context of one comment, yet the part I heard made me smile. “I can usually beat the other train to the meets.”

That was the only time I ever watched Keyleigh drive a train, but a little piece of her rubbed off on me that day. My latent competitiveness awakened, and though I’d never yet driven a train, I now wanted to beat the other train to the “meets”.  That little bit of Keyliegh is still in me.

My first time ever actually driving the train was in our railroad yard, with a speed limit of 10 mph. My brand new student license was still warm from the laminator and I had been rehearsed and drilled on the mortal sin of exceeding the speed limit by even just 1 or 2 mph.

Train engineer Rob (6473), who was authorized as an instructor, watched me closely. “I see you are watching your speed very closely. That’s good, but you need to look up too. You need to keep an eye on everything around as well.”

MJ (1089) my first instructor out on the mainline also enforced this. “You need to be in the habit of constantly looking around. Scan the whole landscape.”

Here’s a little secret for everyone out there on our alignment. Yes, we can spot a trespasser a lot quicker than they think we can, but we also see a lot more then you think we see. We have everything along our alignment, that is within sight, committed to memory. This is a natural result of 100’s and then 1000’s of times we go up and down the same 88 miles of rails. So if there’s a pallet leaned up against that fence that wasn’t there before, I know someone has used it as a ladder to enter our alignment. And that backpack that wasn’t hiding behind those bushes yesterday tells me someone has set up camp where they think they are out of sight and mind, so I know there’s another trespasser wandering around next to our rails.” We frequently make radio calls such as, “Control, there is a small hole in the chained-linked fence, on the east side, at mile-post south 4.5 that wasn’t there yesterday.”

MJ taught me a lot besides making it a habit to always scan the alignment for anything out of place. It was from her that I first learned about what you need to do so the train can make a feathered stop. This is something we all do when driving cars, but in cars it’s a lot easier and so we don’t even realize we’re doing it.

The next time you come to a stoplight, don’t back off on the brake pedal, as you normally do. Right at the end of the stop, that whiplash you get is the result of NOT properly feathering your brakes out at the end of the stop.

When driving a train, it’s a lot trickier to it get right. That’s because there’s a time delay between setting and releasing the brakes and when they respond. Then once you back off the brakes, if you’ve misjudged your timing and are forced to go back into it to actually bring the train to a stop, you will now go past the correct mark on the platform while causing a very jerky “slack action bang” stop. To make it even more difficult to teach, and to get right, because of the weight of the heavy locomotive, the engineer can’t really feel the slack action jerking and banging that the passengers feel.

Now when teaching my own student engineers, I call the perfectly timed feathered stops, “M.J. Stops”.

Back in my first few weeks with my own instructors, I fumbled and struggled like you would expect. The whole time my instructor’s voice was ringing in my ears. While fumbling in the 4:00am darkness of the locomotive cab, Francis (4151) barked, “You need to know your cab… where things are… even in the dark.”

He also transformed my “book learning” into muscle memory and practical knowledge as I did my “walk around inspection” before departing the yard, and as I responded the first time to a Union Pacific “train in emergency.”  

Under his tutelage I learned how to glide in more quickly to make fast station stops. He taught me how to respond to a cab signal speed reduction, by releasing the automatic brakes proportionally earlier, depending on how deeply those brakes are set, so we can continue at the new required speed instead of dropping too far below that speed.

He also gave me a quick practical lesson in using the independent dynamic brake system, which is somewhat comparable to the semi-truck’s “Jake Brake”.

Mike (3114) was my instructor for just a few hours, but the lessons I learned I still use daily, and now teach my own students.

He masterfully taught smooth “split service braking” coming into a station. “Make a minimum set a little earlier so they can take up the slack action before you go in deeper… See how the dynamics are now working… So you can now go in a little deeper with the automatic brake… Think of your grandmother coming down the stairs from the upper-level of the train to get off at this stop. You don’t want her to fall down the stairs with a slack-action jerk.” Combined with what MJ had earlier taught me, I was finally able to start making nice stops. In fact, Mike was the one who taught me to call those smooth stops, “M.J. stops”.

Mike also taught me little tricks to make up the “lost time” spent making those “Grandma injury-free stops”. “The island circuits that ‘call the gates’, activate earlier if the train is moving faster. So you want to get your train moving to a faster speed as quickly as you can. Then you need to back off so you don’t over run the gates before they lock down.”

Mike taught the concept that everything I do with the train is time-delayed. “You need to brake before you need the brakes to work, and you need to ‘notch-up’ (accelerate) before you need more power. You have to learn to drive the train a half a mile ahead and behind you.”

Instructor Sam (7198) also taught me how to finesse the brakes in controlling downhill speeds. “Just do a minimum set for about 2 seconds. That will be just enough. If you wait until you can feel the brakes, you’ve set too much, and you’ll end up slowing more than you want to.”

Sam also taught me the useful hack of killing-off the dynamic braking, which tends to hold on after the air brakes release. This causes over-slowing and a bit of a bumpy braking transition due to the slack-action between the coach cars. “Just take a ‘notch’ as soon as you release the brakes.” I learned that “taking that notch into power” would cause the dynamic brakes to drop off evenly along with the air brakes.

A few years ago, I wrote a whole blog on how Sam taught me to “ride the beeps”, which has become my favorite way to maintain maximum authorized speed. (See my blog “Quick Like a Fox”)

I loved listening to Ananda (5976) telling me of his experience watching young boys in India, who were hired to hang out on the locomotive and sand the rails for traction while those old trains climbed steep mountain grades. He told me about this while showing me how I could push a button to drop a little extra sand on wet slick spots while our train was accelerating.

If you ride our trains, you can still hear Ananda’s smooth Sri Lankan/British accent. It’s his voice that makes certain passenger safety announcements.

Back then, I gleaned many other little tidbits, which are now in my own “training tool box.” I drove under Mark (3418) only once for about 2 hours, but his voice is echoed in mine constantly as I teach the up and down grades of the alignment. “Through this stretch, I find that between notch 4 and 5 works well.” I now use this teaching tool constantly when teaching my own students how to maintain maximum authorized speed through the ups and downs of the alignment.

Keller (7341) gave the words of wisdom, “Generally, if you take care of your cab signals, they’ll take care of you.” I now use his words, while teaching my own students, and then follow up with focus and emphasis on where the few exceptions to that statement can be found.   

Bob (7126) was a master at efficient work in our railroad yard, with assembling train consists, and moving trains around, along with throwing all the switches that are needed to do this work. My “Checkers and Chess” story reflects what I learn from him.

Kindly recognizing that my verbal skills are even more dismal than my writing skill, he also helped me better verbalize my radio calls. “You need to think through what you’re going to say before you key up the mic.”

Derrick (5425), an all-around train enthusiast, gave me a peek into how our commuter rail interfaces with our railroad neighbors, Union Pacific, and their local freight system. Full of trivia, he  helped me remember the strangely numbered Intermodal 7 signal, by telling me his theory of why it is named I-7 instead of I-1. I now repeat his theory as I help my own students remember to call it I-7.

These many bits of knowledge, along with many more, are in me as I drive and teach others to drive FrontRunner trains up and down the alignment.

As I have worked to continuously improve my train driving skills, I’ve discovered some of my own tricks along the way. Likely, other Engineers have already perfected and use these refinements daily, but they weren’t around to pass along these skills along to me, so I’ve had to learn them on my own.

I’m enjoying this small break from teaching others, while I continue working on honing my own skills. Just this week I figured out another new train handling trick to slip up my sleeve. I am very aware that when it comes to skillfully driving my train, I’m a little bit of everyone, and just maybe, before I’m done playing on this big-ole train set, Ron (8050) will even leave a little bit of me in some of my students.

Our commuter railroad, FrontRunner, gives me the duel role of Engineer and Conductor. When we are out on our mainline, moving people up and down Utah’s Wasatch Front, the engineer is responsible to drive the train, and the Conductor is responsible for everything else needed on the train, including the security and safety of our passengers.

One of the most visible aspects of my conductor duties is when I walk the train. It’s kind of like a good neighborhood watch program. We take frequent walks through the train to ensure that everyone is safe and secure, following the “good neighbor rules” and to give assistance and answers questions.

Same as any neighborhood, ours has all sorts:  including nice neighbors who’d do anything for you, some people who, given a chance, would play their music too loud, the quiet unassuming who turn out to be really cool once you get to know them, and a few boisterous who want to both be seen and heard.

Ours is a diverse neighborhood from all walks of life: Young and old, traveling for work or school, and the adventurer out to a special event, and even a “foamer” or two (my explanation of foamer here), coming along just for the ride.

Our eclectic crowd include small children, excited to be out exploring the world with grandma and grandpa, the busy professional who’s work doesn’t stop because of the commute to and from, and many artistic types, who’s steady hands continue creating even though the movement of the train jostles them about.

I like the little glimpses of how people spend their time while riding. A lot of people read their scriptures on the train, but reading pretty much anything on almost any device (including old fashioned paper & ink) is the most common activity. Watching movies and other shows comes in as a close second. I’ve observed that “The Office” is a very popular way to pass the time as they travel. Solitaire is a favorite game on electronic devices, but I’ve seen whole electronic gaming consoles, with multiple monitors in action as well. Laptops, tablets, and even plain old cell phones in “selfie mode” makes a great mirror for fixing make-up, hair and such, but of course I see lots of actual selfies being taken as well. Lately, I catch a frequent glimpse of someone with headphones on, quietly doing their version of FaceTime with family or friends. Refusing to be completely relegated to yesteryear’s “steam-era”, activities such as sleeping, sightseeing, and chatting with the actual physical people next to them, can be seen if you watch closely.

Adapting to our good neighbor rules, I see many of our passengers continue on with their life while we do the driving. It brought me a smile to walk past fellow on the edge of his seat, jamming on his fancy new fangled guitar (the real thing, not just an “air-guitar”). His headphones were plugged into the instrument, so all I heard were the whispers of his fingers on the strings strumming to the beat.

As I go up and down the track everyday, little sub-cultural differences, based on where people live along the Wasatch Front, are interesting to observe. On the southern end, people tend to be quieter and more reserved, yet very polite. I hear “Thank you for the ride” a lot down on this end. Up north, people are more likely to strike up conversations and share little snippets of their lives. One of my “northern neighbors” brought on a small chuckle when I overheard her say to her girlfriend, “My mother said, ‘I hope you have a child just like you…’ and so I’ve never had any kids.”

Occasionally, the train becomes a neighborhood social or party as large school groups or sports fans are headed to their big event. If things get too loud or unruly, we are there to help quite things down. I’ve seen some pretty large groups headed to State football championship games, but the most massive crowds I’ve encountered were those traveling to and from the Air Show, sponsored by Hill Air Force Base. It reminded me of watching YouTube videos of overcrowded trains in Asia, where station workers help push the commuters into the train so they could get the doors closed. When possible, we now expand our “Neighborhood” for such occasions, by adding additional cars to the train.

As is the case anywhere in public, I see can little dramas play out everyday. Visitors, their first time on our train and thus lost on our street, ask lots of question until they learn the ropes for themselves. More than once, I’ve rescued these newbies who thought they were locked out of the next car forward, confused because some doors swing open and some slide. One time I found a kid caught in the vestibule going between two cars thinking he was locked out in either direction.

Of course as I walk the neighborhood, I see the same regular commuters, day-in and day-out. Like the neighborhood bar on the old sit-com “Cheers”, these commuters get to know each other pretty well in the short time that they frequently cross paths. Many tend to sit in the same places, chatting and bantering like characters on this favorite show. Over hearing this “chatting over the fence” gives me little snippets into their lives. Of course I don’t hear enough to get the whole story, so my imagination fills in the gaps as my version of who they are emerges.

I once watched a father and son board together. The father was older, like me. His son was about thirty. The family resemblance assured me that the acorn, in fact, doesn’t fall far from the tree. They sat together on the mostly full train and conversed occasionally, but the son mostly worked on his laptop. They were close enough to where I stood that I watched them for the next thirty minutes, wondering where they were headed together and what they were up to. Then as we pulled into a station, only the “son” got up and prepared to leave. In the process, he formally introduced himself to the older man that I thought was his father as he wished him a good day. This surprise reminded me how far off my quick judgements and mental storytelling can be.

My people watching skills are better than my verbal, and other such skills, so I happily do it all day, while I quietly go about my work day. As an added bonus, with the help of my sometimes erroneous imagination, I get to know a wide variety of lots of really cool people.

Without question, the best part of my job is when I get to drive the train as the engineer. I do it every chance I get. But I’ve discovered that, being the conductor, quietly moving about the train, ready to fix “train problems”, answering questions, and in general supporting the neighborhood, is a pretty good gig too.

It was my last run of the night. At about 1:35 a.m. the FrontRunner dispatcher called me on the radio to warn me of a vehicle reported to be on the track ahead of my train. Even before he finished his sentence, I realized that it was just around the curve in front of me. Dumping my 79 mph train into emergency braking was too little too late. All I could do was to apply those emergency brakes and lay on the horn.

As I rounded the corner and hit the full sized pick-up truck pointed nose down into my track, I was still going 63 mph.

I hate making radio transmissions that start with “EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY…” and end in “Contact made!!!” But I’ve had to make that radio call twice. Luckily, I only managed to destroy two perfectly good late model pick-up trucks while narrowly missing the fleeing occupants. Unfortunately, about every 3 hours, a person or vehicle is hit by a train.

Heinrich’s Law – How to stop the carnage.

I’ve taught Heinrich’s Law in processing and manufacturing plants many times. This law also applies to trains and railroads. Based on exhaustive research, this law states that for every 300 unsafe acts, there are 29 minor injuries or close calls, and 1 major injury or death. So the way to stop major injuries and death is to eliminate all those unsafe acts.

That’s why railroads in general, and in this case UTA FrontRunner specifically, goes to great lengths to eliminate all possible unsafe acts. Right at the onset of building our modern railroad, the design process included all features possible to keep everyone away from the railroad right-of-way.

Anytime someone breaches this right-of-way, they are trespassing into danger. In my time here, I’ve observed that Heinrich’s Law is a pretty accurate predictor for railroads too.

Our Safety Department has a 3-pronged approach to prevent trespassing, including technological, enforcement, and education. As you might expect from me, I’ll attempt to explain all of this, laced with stories from my personal experiences.

Technological – “If we build it, they won’t come.”

This place was designed to keep everyone safe. Just look around. The grade crossings are not only decked out with lights and gates, but they also have curbing to keep cars approaching the lowered crossing gate from driving around it. Signs are posted, at access points to our right-of-way along the tracks, warning that entrance is dangerous and would be trespassing.

On the station platforms more signs give warning and instructions. “Look both ways… Use designated crossings…  Stand behind the yellow tactile strip when trains approach…”

Even with what was originally built into the infrastructure, like lots of fencing, signage, and lights, problem areas have cropped up.

Even those fancy grade crossing protections, I just mentioned, can be circumvented if you try hard enough. Not long ago, I was approaching one of these crossings shared with Union Pacific. This was an extra wide crossing with two UTA tracks and even more Union Pacific tracks. As I approached at nearly full speed, a car sped into the exit side of the crossing, and then crossed the tracks in front of me while shifting back to his side, so he could exit the other side of the crossing, thus avoiding all safety measures. The dude was driving almost as fast I was. I didn’t even have time to dump it into emergency before it was all over. After the shock of witnessing this close call faded, the thought of what I had read somewhere came to mind. “Five out of six participants find no problem playing Russian Roulette.”

As train engineers, we report all trespassers observed on our right-of-way. These occurrences are tracked so that additional measures, such as surveillance cameras, fencing, and police patrols can be added to the problem areas.

One area plagued with frequent trespassers was a swimming hole discovered by many high school and college age kids looking to cool off from the summer heat. The problem was that they parked their cars on one side of the railroad right-of-way and then cross over several active tracks to their summertime gathering place. Apparently, wire cutters were always included in their standard swimming gear, because the chain-link fence couldn’t survive even a day without renewed breaches. Stronger fencing was added with some success. But probably more effective were the measures taken at their illegal parking area. With appropriate signage, the area gave directions of how to access the swim hole legally, and this parking area became an active tow away zone. Problem solved.

However, more problem areas crop up elsewhere. It’s like we’re playing the arcade game “Whac-A- Mole” here, and the mole soon popped up farther down the line.

When fishing is fabulous word spreads quickly. The bigger problem here is that this was a family event including everything from small children to the family dog trekking into dangerous territory as a shortcut to the fishing hole.

Solutions to the fishing hole were similar to the swimming hole. But not before I experienced one tragedy. There just isn’t time to react when a train comes blasting around the curve from behind at 79 mph… for me or the victims. The two beautiful dogs, running side by side down my track never knew what hit them. It’s a terrible feeling, but I’m thankful they weren’t the small children.

Education – “Teach the Children Well”

Not long ago, there was a YouTube video spreading around of a “Dare Devil” laying down on our UTA tracks and letting one of our FrontRunner trains speed over the top of him. Even though “seeing is believing”, this dramatic video seemed impossible to those of us that work here. “There just isn’t enough space to lay down on the track and not be hit by low hanging parts of the train. Add to that the high speed, with all the associated bouncing and rattling, and the video just couldn’t be real. As it turns out, it wasn’t. Though it looked absolutely convincing to the general public, video editing experts detected anomalies that showed how the train going over the top was merged with video of the “dare devil” laying down on the UTA track.

There are several serious issues that come out of this story. First and foremost, is the lie it teaches to others. How many other wannabe daredevils would believe this and try it themselves? Then of course, there’s the issue of this fellow trespassing onto the railroad track himself to set up and film his phony escapades.

With him providing such clear evidence of his own trespassing onto the FrontRunner right-of-way, the police made quick work of hunting this guy down, and the YouTube video was removed.

However, it’s not just guys like this one that glamorize hanging out on railroad tracks. In pop culture I’ve seen everything from the Rocky Balboa, of yester-year, training alongside tracks with active trains, to a 48 Hours Program of yester-week showing a woman walking along railroad tracks with a beautiful back drop so they can depict healing and serenity.

This leads to the Popularity of railroad tracks as a backdrop for such things as graduation and wedding portraits. The metaphors of life are out there. But please, don’t drink the cool-aid. It’s a lie. What they don’t show is the broken bodies and carnage.

It’s too bad there isn’t something out there that can debunk these lies and deceptions. Oh wait! There is!

Operation Life Saver is a godsend for educating the public on railroad safety. Both on a national level (here), and state wide (here). They teach rail safety in all Drivers Ed courses and to any other group or organization willing to give them a voice. Yes, they even taught a course to me and my class as part of my training to become a railroad engineer. One memorable anecdotal story I still remember from that course was the story of a fellow who thought he was being careful about putting a coin on the tracks well before the train came by. However when it did pass, instead of squashing the coin as intended, it flipped up and whizzed past his head with such velocity that it embedded in the tree next to him. Yes, with these big lumbering iron monsters, the danger is real.

So as a society, how do we develop a healthy fear of these railroad danger zones? Images in my mind, of things I’ve seen recently, haunt me. Memories of a dad slowly walking along on the ties while his little daughter carefully balances to walk on the rail, and of a grandpa with a toddler scavenging along the rails.

What are we teaching our children? Please teach the children well! As a kid bouncing a small rubber ball on a railroad platform, my dad wouldn’t let me retrieve it when it bounced down onto the rails. We walked away and left it there. I walked away with a healthy respect for the railroad right-of-way. My dad taught me well. Please teach the children well.

Enforcement – “Does anyone actually receive a citation for trespassing?”

So what are the actual laws regarding trespassing into railroad right-of-ways? In a nutshell, it’s something like this:

• A person may not ride or climb or attempt to ride or climb on, off, under, over, or across a railroad locomotive, car, or train.
• A person may not walk, ride, or travel across, along, or upon railroad yards, tracks, bridges, or active rights-of-way at any location other than public crossings.
• A person may not intentionally obstruct or interfere with train operations or use railroad property for recreational purposes.

Safe railroad crossings are so important that even emergency vehicles, with lights and sirens blaring, must wait for the crossing gates and lights to clear before proceeding. And even for those of us who are working for the railroad and who are even properly equipped with proscribed safety vests and such, must follow specific protocols and have specific permission from our railroad controllers to enter this right-of-way to do our jobs.

Examples of actions considered trespassing and subject to citations and fines that we see happen frequently include:

• Taking any shortcut across the tracks (not at a designated grade crossing).
• Proceeding through any grade crossing that has activated gates or lights.
• Climbing up on a locomotive (even just for a peek).
• Cutting across from one station platform to another outside of the designated crosswalks.
• Attempting to hang on the outside of the train when it is moving.
• Hiking along the track within the railroad right-of-way (even out of town in the beauties of nature).

So does anyone actually receive a citation for trespassing in these places? As engineers, we call in the offence to the dispatchers, who keep a log of such activities. Frequently, these offences are in front of cameras, so we have additional evidence of the illegal activity. If the dispatcher is able to get field supervisors or police on scene quickly enough, they are also called in. Also as I said, trouble areas are identified and patrolled more heavily.

So I ask the question again. Does anyone actually receive a citation for trespassing? The simple answer is yes they do! Getting such a report of how many and what happens to them is a little more complex because there are many jurisdictions involved. Besides the UTA Police and the Utah Highway Patrol, there are many city and county police jurisdictions along our 88 miles alignment along the Wasatch Front.

However, I did speak with several police officers who work along our railroad alignment and their responses all went something like this.

“Oh yes, all the time.” The first police officer that I asked went on telling me about it so fast that the details blurred. But the bottom line is this. They are frequently writing citation for trespassing on our alignment. And depending on the seriousness of the situation, those can be pretty hefty fines. If the offence is where there is clear signage, or a repeat offender, the fines can quickly go into the hundreds. One officer explained that certain Federal trespassing offences relating to our railroad carry a $15,000.00 fine.

Paying for trespassing with more than money… When things go bad…

Here are a few more factors that make trespassing “Not Cool” from my perspective.

As I’ve said in previous blogs, everything we do when driving the train is time delayed. So if we see a trespasser ahead that we have any doubt about getting out of our way, we will automatically “dump” the train into an emergency stop. This is hard on the train parts like the wheels, and hard on our passengers as it throws them forward unexpectedly. Then even after the trespasser has cleared out of our path, the train comes to a stop and remains in “Emergency” while the entire braking system builds enough air to recharge. So this rough ride and delays are not a good experience for our passengers.

Also, suicide by train is a real thing here at FrontRunner. So anytime someone is suddenly out in front of us, we don’t entirely know their intent. There have been times that the person in front of me was definitely a troubled soul. I am convinced that at least once my emergency stop was in time to save someone from “ending it all” that day.

Not all engineers have lucked out like me that way. One fellow who was just beginning his training wasn’t as fortunate. It was after he went through the process of recovering from experiencing a suicide, I became his instructor.

At one point we were entering a station for our regular stop. This is a very stressful experience for a new engineer to stop just right anyway. But just at this moment, a guy ran forward and lunged toward our track, stopping just before going over the edge of the platform. At that point it became apparent that he was being funny for his girlfriend. My student engineer didn’t think it was funny though. He was suddenly forced to relive the traumatic suicide experience of a few weeks before. Mentally he shut down at that point. Eventually he gave up learning to be an engineer.

There are many others that make sport of playing chicken with the train. I’ve had several experiences where the trespasser was “acting cool” as they slowly clear the track in front of me just in time.

Sometimes while “being cool” they misjudge. Soon after we first started FrontRunner service, back in 2008, a fellow darted in front of the train entering the station. He made it past, but his girlfriend didn’t. She ran straight into the side of the moving train where a handrail hit her in the head so hard that she sustained brain damage that she never fully recovered from.

One lady was trying to cross over station platforms without walking down to the crossing. It was a hard jump down onto the tracks and she broke both ankles.

I’ll never forget coming upon a trespasser dressed in black at dusk. He was walking on my rail with his back to me and I didn’t see him until moments before I would hit him. I can tell you from that experience that at least sometimes you do not hear a train bearing down on you. I hit the horn and he spun around at he fell out of my path. Even though I didn’t hit him, his look of “I’m dead” on his face still haunts me.

Trespassers who are focused on one train frequently become victims of another they didn’t see or hear. Stopped freight trains in crossings scare me because of who might be climbing through and into my path. I’ve even come upon people laying on my track waiting and watching a slow moving freight train on the adjoining track.

In the same area where these previous two incidents happened, a guy climbed though a stopped freight train. Not seeing or hearing it, he walked right into the side of our fast moving FrontRunner train. The impact took his arm off.

Most of these stories are about good people who just don’t understand the danger and thus make a terrible mistake. There are a few heart wrenching stories on the internet that sums this up better than I can. Both of these stories involve kids using the railroad tracks as a backdrop for their photo shoot. One story is from right here in our Wasatch Front.

If you are ever inclined to teach your child how to walk on the rail… or skip the crossing and take a short cut… or do a Rock Balboa and “ train” next to the train… or hangout down there to take cool photos… Please view these two stories first.

ABC News story of Tragedy in rural Maryland (here.)

Union Pacific Selfie Tragedy Story (here.)

I don’t like trespassers… because I like people… and I don’t want to hurt them!

“I thought those trains ran automatically… like at Disneyland.”

Back when I was first training to be a railroad engineer for FrontRunner my Beautiful Wife was amazed at how much went into that training. (See Drivers Training – Train Edition) To quote her exactly, she said, “I thought those trains ran automatically… like at Disneyland.”

Since hearing that statement, I’ve see many more examples of misconceptions the general public, and even our regular passengers have about the operation of our commuter railway. Here are a few of my observations along with my responses to them. For additional clarification, I’m including the words of talented Train Host Joe Rees. His train limericks say it better than I can. (www.incrediblepoems.com)

“How do you drive the train backwards? Are you still in the locomotive?”

The FrontRunner trains run adjacent to the back fence along the street that I live on. Not too long ago, a neighbor asked me, “How do you drive the train backwards? Are you still in the locomotive when you are going south?” I think this particular neighbor’s FrontRunner experience is watching from her back yard as the train zips back and forth. But even regular riders sometimes seem confused when we arrive at the end of our line, and within minutes are headed in the opposite direction.

FrontRunner, along with many other commuter railroads around the country, operates as a “Push Pull” system. For us, this means that when we are headed north, we drive the locomotive which pulls the train along behind. Going south, the locomotive pushes from behind while we drive from a little compartment which is in the “last passenger car”. We call this the “Cab Car” because it is equipped with an operating cab that connects to the locomotive’s controls.

In a matter of minutes within arriving at a terminal station, we can “Cut Out” the one end of the consist, “Cut In” the other end and “Turn and Burn” as we say, if the schedule is tight.

FRONTRUNNER – CLEAR

ON THE FRONTRUNNER TRAIN IT IS CLEAR,

THE DRIVER DOES LITTLE TO STEER!

BUT THE RIDERS, WE’VE FOUND

GET A BIT TURNED AROUND

WHEN THE FRONT CHANGES PLACE WITH THE REAR?

Joseph D. Rees

“Smack it like it’s your husband!”

There are a few things about proper station protocol that I wish my passengers understood.

You need to be on time.  And by “on time” I mean early. When it comes to passenger trains, the truth is, “If you’re early, you’re on time. And if you’re on time, you are late. And if you’re late, you are forgotten. (See “People wait for trains, trains don’t wait for people.”)

Even though I’m more likely to wait a few extra seconds if I see you hurrying, I simply can’t delay the train for latecomers. Our schedule is just too tight. (And there would always be one more latecomer to wait for.) It’s not like the bus. Once we’re moving, I can’t easily step on the brake and open the doors again. Once moving, the train is slow to stop, and if any part of the train is off the platform by the time it does stop, I cannot open the doors anyway.

Since you are there on time (which means early), I wish you would read the signs and warnings on the platform. They instruct on how to navigate the system, keep you safe, and remind us all to be nice to each other.

Besides the platform signs, sometimes there are Platform Hosts, along with the Train Hosts who are there to help and answer questions. Please feel free to ask questions. As our limerick poet Train Host put it…

FRONTRUNNER – GO

AN ONERY OLD TRAINHOST, NAME JOE

WORKED THE PLATFORM TEN DAYS IN A ROW,

INSTEAD OF THE TRAIN,

BUT HE DIDN’T COMPLAIN,

‘CAUSE HE LOVED TELLING FOLKS WHERE TO GO!

Joseph D. Rees

One of the things that seems confusing to new passengers is how to open some of the train doors. When the original push button door switches wear out they are being replaced with new-fangled electronic “Tap Switches”. The problem is, pressing these switches won’t activate them. You have to actually tap on the lighted green button. Usually, when a passenger is having trouble opening one of these doors, and we say, “Hit it!” or “Tap on it!” they carefully press, but much harder, to no avail.

When my previous attempt to instruct a nice little lady, who was struggling to open the door failed, I finally said, “Smack it like it’s your husband!” Impulsively now, she smacked the green light with the back of her hand, and the door immediately opened. She was laughing out loud as she stepped onto the train.

HIT THE BUTTON HARD!

When boarding the train, folks resist

To hit the button REAL HARD with their fist!

And, as you may have supposed

the door remains closed

and the train leaves them there and they’re PISSED!

Joseph D. Rees

“Tickets and passes please?”

Tap on, Tap off:

Paying the fare is routine for our commuters.  Most just tap on when they board and tap off when they exit. This convenience works with any electronic fare card such as FAREPAY. But it also works for anyone using a contactless credit card. Credit cards that have the Wi-Fi icon turned on its side work like that. Simply Tap on at the platform card reader before boarding and again when exiting. Just don’t forget to tap off at your destination or you might be charged for further than you went. And you can only tap on and off for one person. Tapping on twice for two travelers doesn’t work. I’ve seen someone try that. I’ve also seen someone who was not traveling, offer to tap on for someone who is. That doesn’t work either. You have to have the card in your possession as proof of payment.

Ticket Vending Machines:

If you need to use the Ticket Vending Machine, please give yourself enough time to read through the options and make your purchase. There may be discount options if you are transferring from a bus or Trax, if you are disabled, a senior citizen, or traveling as a group. However, you may have to wait in line to use the machine, so allow yourself enough time.

Other payment technologies coming soon:

There will soon be more, and easier ticketing options as payment machines are updated and smart phone apps come on line. But the bottom line is that you need to have a valid form of payment BEFORE you board the train.

FRONTRUNNER – GONE

ON THE FRONTRUNNER TRAIN, SHOULD ONE DAWN

WITH A YELLOW-GREEN UNIFORM ON,

LET YOUR MIND BE AT EASE,

IT’S THE TRANSIT POLICE!

SHOW YOUR TICKET AND THEY WILL BE GONE!

Joseph D. Rees

“See Something? Say Something!”

While FrontRunner runs up and down the Wasatch Front, we frequently walk through the train to answer passenger questions, remind passengers to be nice to each other (“Please keep your feet off the seat”), and make sure everyone is safe.

Occasionally, we come across an unruly passenger who seems to be there just to make trouble for others. When trouble arises, whether it’s a medical situation, or a troublemaker not following the rules, we can (and do) respond with a radio call for backup.

We have our own UTA police force frequenting the trains and stations. But local law enforcement in every town also works with the UTA police, responding whenever needed.

Additionally, each station is well covered with electronic surveillance. So if you are up to no good at the station, not only do we know about it. We have video evidence. Hopefully, if you are a law abiding citizen, just making use of our public transit system, this information is reassuring.

Of course everyone’s eyes and ears are valuable in keeping us all safe, and we take our “See Something? Say Something!” campaign seriously. When a passenger reports a suspicious activity, a troublemaker, or anything else that just doesn’t seem right, we do respond to it. If we can handle it on the spot we do. If not we call in back-ups.

However, sometimes it may seem like a problem but it’s not. Here are a few of my stories of such.

Once while walking the train as a conductor, a concerned passenger who was sitting in the south end of the northbound train, while looking through the window of the locked southbound operating compartment got my attention. “Sir, are you aware of that unattended bag, sitting in that compartment?” My response: “Yes sir! That is my personal bag. The compartment is locked and I need to have the materials in that bag in my possession when I drive this train southbound.”

Another time, after we had just arrived southbound into Provo, I was in the process of doing the necessary brake checks as we “turned the train” northbound to head back for Ogden. A very concerned passenger stopped to tell me about the “wheel thump” he had heard while riding. He finished his report with the question, “Do you ever check things like that on these trains?” Most passengers have no idea how often and detailed these sort of inspections are. Take this flat spot on a wheel for example. There are very exacting standards for how large a flat spot can be before it is taken out of service and replaced. Complete passenger car inspections with detailed checklists, inside and out including looking for flat spots on the wheels, occur daily on all trains in service.

Going along with this last story, occasionally I’ll encounter passengers who are bothered by the “bump” they sometimes feel when the train begins to move or slow. Again, I’ll get some version of the question, “Do you ever check under the train to make sure everything is OK?” These “bumps” are caused by the slack action, because of the small gaps in the couplers that hook the railcars together. Cumulatively, as these small gaps are suddenly stretched or compressed, the heavy weight of the train give you a pretty good “bang for your buck.” But these things are also closely inspected on a daily basis.

Along with the “slack action” bumps, when wintertime ice builds up under the train and then breaks free, it can cause quite a ruckus as it ricochets along the undercarriage. Dear passenger, rest assured that these are normal wintertime sounds, and our inspections are detailed and regular.

TRAIN – SCREECH

THE GOOD FOLKS ON THE TRAIN ALL BESEECH,

WHY THE BRAKES ALL EMIT A LOUD SCREECH?

AND THE RIDERS OPINE,

IT GOES STRAIT UP ONE’S SPINE

INTO PLACES OUR HANDS CANNOT REACH!

Joseph D. Rees

“Matt – Guard this with your life. It’s our only copy!”

Those with disabilities are of course welcome to ride anywhere they want, along with all other passengers, however if you need assistance we can best help you in the southern most passenger car. It’s the one farthest from the locomotive. That’s were we have the bridge plate to cover the gap when boarding and exiting, along with personnel to lend any other needed assistance. If you are at this end passenger car and ask for it, we will help you if we can.

Among the many other things that Train Hosts and Conductors do is to collect the many items that are left on the train. It is surprising how often passengers’ things are left behind when they get off. Everything from people’s sack lunches to nice phones and laptops are sometimes left behind. A coworker once told me about a business binder that was left in the seat. On the cover was printed in big bold print, “Matt – Guard this with your life! It’s our only copy!” For the many “Matts” out there whose life is turned upside down because of a careless moment, rest assured that we do our best to find your lost treasures so you can retrieve them from our lost and found.

“Where’s my boots?”

Each FrontRunner train has two bathrooms, one in each of the two cars farthest from the locomotive. Most passengers use these facilities appropriately. However, these always seems to be those few that haven’t yet learned that kindergarten lesson, “Be nice to others.” On the list of “Frontrunner bathroom sins” are prohibited activities such as smoking. Amazingly, there actually are a few people who think if the bathroom door is closed, no one will know. We do know, and you’ll likely be removed at the next stop and cited for it.

I’ve observed many quick change artists, who will step into the bathroom in work clothes and then emerge a minute later dressed for a night on the town. Of course that is no problem. But there are the few, who take over the bathroom like my teenage daughter. Not only do they tie up the bathroom for an hour, stopping those who need it for it’s intended purpose, but when they finally do come out, it’s of no use to anyone else until the train it serviced. Wads of hand towels don’t flush well. I wonder how difficult it must be to take a complete shower from the small wash basin. But it is apparent that some try when there is no more wash water available.

Once one of these scenarios played out with the fellow FINALLY emerging from the bathroom.  He headed to what must have been his previous seat, the hour before and demanded accountability. “Where’s my boots?” Surprised, the conductor replied, “Oh! Were those boots yours? I turned them into the lost and found half an hour ago as we passed through Salt Lake Central Station.”

FRONTRUNNER RESTROOM

ON THE FRONTRUNNER RESTROOM BE SURE

TO PULL THE RED LATCH ON THE DOOR

IF YOU DON’T IT’S A SIN

FOR THE WORLD WILL COME IN

AND YOU WON’T BE ALONE ANYMORE!

Joseph D. Rees

“If you are going to bring treats to class, bring enough for everyone!”

There are a few perks that you can enjoy on FrontRunner. For one, you can bring your bike along. We have a special car equipped with bike racks and all. But please don’t try to bring your scooter or motorcycle on board. Flammable liquids (such as gasoline) are prohibited.

Wifi is also a feature on all FrontRunner trains. Feel free to log in and enjoy. But please keep it to yourself. Headphones are required so that everyone else is free to their own version of enjoyment.

One of the perks with our mode of commuter travel is that it’s ok to enjoy food and non-alcoholic drinks on board. Sometimes as I’m walking through as a conductor, a passenger car will truly look and smell like a dining car.

One Saturday morning, I had just boarded to ride to work, along with a group of extended family. I settled in to work on my latest writing project, but was distracted as this family group settled in all around me. The aroma that wafted out of their carry-on bags told of the breakfast feast that was about to get underway. After a few minutes down the line, when even more of their family group joined them at the next station, they broke out the grub.

Boxes of bagels, tubs of cream cheese, gallons of Orange Juice, and thermoses’ of hot chocolate were just the beginning. The food just seemed to keep coming. It was apparent that they had more food than people. Soon the matriarch of the group was offering the food to the other passengers. Obviously she had learned well the school days lesson, “If you are going to bring treats to class, bring enough for everyone.” She was a very persuasive lady, and soon the whole passenger car became the dining car. It’s amazing what good food can do to unite people from all walks of life.

“If you brought it on board, please take it with you!”

Just a quick note that goes along with the “be nice to others” theme. Please don’t leave messes for others. Trash cans are located on all station platforms. If you brought it on board, please take it with you! It seems just a few too many missed those kindergarten lessons about being nice to others. So we do have cleaners who periodically board to clean up the trashed bathrooms, spilled drinks, and abandoned garbage.

FRONTRUNNER – STAIN

On the Frontrunner, folks should restrain

From leaving wrappers and junk on the train!

And, if you MUST sneeze,

Fold you tissue up, please.

Cause buggers can leave a BAD STAIN!

Joseph D. Rees

“Any passengers remaining will be conscripted onto the cleaning crew!”

There sometimes seems to be confusion regarding our schedule. Half hour service vs. hour service, and week day service vs. Saturday service are too often confused. The result is someone is left waiting longer for the next train or worse yet, the service has ended for the day and the late night passenger has to find an alternate mode of travel.

To simply state the schedule that so many misunderstand, our trains run more often during the peak commuter morning and afternoon/evening times. And they run later on Saturday nights then on weeknights.

Even with the frequent announcements ahead of time that a train will be going out of service, there always seems to be one or two who think if they simply stay put in their seat, we will eventually take them to where they want to go. I’ve had some of these passengers ask me things like, “Well, what are you going to do with this train now? Can’t I just sit here?” Sometimes, a passenger, reluctant to leave will actually try to hide when we walk through to clear the train.

A few times in this situation after most passengers have exited, though in jest, I’ve added more detail to my announcements. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please! This train is now out of service and will be taken back to the yard for inspections and servicing. Any passengers remaining on board will be conscripted onto the cleaning crew and be required to scrub out toilets all night.” I think this detailed announcement helps the reluctant few understand that they probably have better options than continuing their sit down strike.

“I came from Boston, and their trains always run on time!”

With our single track system, it’s a big challenge to keep the train on time. So much is involved here that a previous blog post where I attempted to explain the complexities of achieving this, became three blogs to tell the story. (See Checkers and Chess Part 1 … Checkers and Chess Part 2 … Checkers and Chess Part 3)

During our peak 30 minute commuter service, when we have almost twice as many trains in service, all competing for the same signal track, and with the corresponding increased passenger loads that require more time at each station, running on time is a fun challenge. It’s during these times that I am less yielding on extending the station stops for late comers.

Sometimes our passengers are a little too relaxed and forget to exit at their stop. When the light on the green door button goes out, the door will not open no matter how hard you press it. At this point your ride had just been extended to the next station.

FRONTRUNNER – SNOOZE

ON THE FRONTRUNNER TRAIN SHOULD YOU CHOOSE

TO LEAN BACK YOUR HEAD FOR A SNOOZE

MAKE UP A GOOD LIE

AS YOUR STOPS GOING BY

A REASON YOUR BOSS WILL EXCUSE!

Joseph D. Rees

When everything is going as planned we can and do run on schedule during these busy times. However, especially with our single track that all trains in both directions must travel on, it doesn’t take much to spoil things.

If one train has a mechanical issue, extended stop for police action, or a switching or crossing gate problem, that train will be late to the next “meet” with the opposite bound train, making it also late. Despite our best efforts, this domino effect rolls through the entire system before long. It is then very difficult to get all trains back on schedule until the peak commuting time is over and we drop back to five trains out in the system instead of nine.

Like I said, despite our best efforts to run on time, with our present system, it doesn’t take much to make us late. Some of these delays are caused by the very passengers that are unforgiving when we are behind schedule. Passengers slow to board or exit the train slows our tight schedule. Even more so when someone forces a door to remain open, causing it to jam. Suddenly a few second of delay becomes 5 minutes or more as we locate the jammed door and fix it.

Another delay is caused when passengers run in front of the train as it enters or exits the station. If we throw the emergency stop, all of the system air is “dumped” into stopping the train. It then takes time to rebuild the air in the system before we can proceed.

Even though our passengers sometimes don’t recognized it, weather related problems such as winter storms causing delays, generally impacts our adjoining freeway more than our railroad. This past winter after an impressive storm slowed our progress as it affected such things as our signal systems, switches, and grade crossing, the train I was conducting on pulled into the station about thirty minutes late.

I listened patiently while receiving a tongue lashing from some of the waiting passengers. When they finished, I apologized for our delay explaining that in the current weather conditions, we were doing the best that we could. When they seemed unsatisfied, I pointed out the fact that if they were trying to get to work on the freeway just then, they would be sitting in that traffic jam for at least two hours, perhaps more. Knowing I was correct, they conceded that we as a railroad were at least doing better than the interstate road system was at that moment.

Another woman, unsatisfied with our best efforts through the stormy weather, indignantly declared, “UTA just needs to get their act together! I came from Boston, and their trains always run on time!”

“The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”

This woman’s statement left me a little defensive as I pondered if her accusation was fair. Was stacking Salt Lake City’s commuter rail service to Boston’s a reasonable “apples to apples” comparison? Everyone knows that the population density is vastly different. I wondered if Boston’s commuter rail ran on double track, or on single track like we have? How many years has Boston had to refine their commuter rail? I googled it. They boast of having the oldest such system in the United States. Then I read a recent news clip that Bostonians were up in arms because they were talking about dropping their weekend service to save money. The article also made the comparison that, “Even Salt Lake City’s UTA, in a much smaller market provides Saturday service.”

Then another static caught my eye. The previous month’s massDOT’s reliabiltity rating for commuter rail was 86%. During this same period of time FrontRunner’s reliability was in the low 90% range.

Though we continue to have glitches as we strive for perfection on our own reliability, the lady’s “Boston comment” stings less now. I guess no matter who we are, where we came from, or where we are headed, as the old proverb says, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”

But I want my passengers to know that we go to great lengths to make their train ride a great experience. There is a lot more going into that commitment than meets the eye.

As 2016 dies and 2017 is born, as we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new, while we contemplate the past and anticipate the future, my introspective mind replays the human drama I’ve witnessed daily. People watcher that I am, up on my perch in the locomotive northbound, or tucked away in my almost hidden cab car compartment southbound, my memory is full of little glimpses of people’s lives.

The routine daily commute of the many headed to and from school or work, is peppered with memorable little snippets of drama.

Last spring I walked the train as the conductor when an old Frenchman wheeled his very feeble wife onto the train. I knew he was a Frenchman because this was the language he tenderly spoke into her ear. He sat right behind her wheelchair and leaned forward to hold her. She seemed only half aware of her surroundings, but she was fully aware of his presence.

I wondered of their love story. Watching him care for her, I didn’t wonder that it was a beautiful story. He comfortably draped himself over the back of her wheelchair while chatting on his phone, also in French. He seemed as at home as if they were at their place in Marseille, lounging on the sofa, watching TV.

It was chilly outside, an early spring storm in progress. He layered his old jacket on top of her current wraps to help take the chill from her. As we neared their stop, the rain was coming down harder. I watched his worried face. He pulled out another hat, one with fur lined flaps to cover her ears. Then he placed another wrap on top of her. Where he got that one from, I had no idea.

As he ventured out into the rain, seeking their bus connection, I thought of my own Beautiful Wife. Hoping in our declining years, that my health holds out longer then hers, so I can be like this wonderful Frenchman, doting over the love of my life when she really needs me.

I’ve glimpsed many late night farewell hugs and kisses, as lovers young and old are parted by the closing train doors. To some, it seemed to be the ending of a great date. For others a temporary parting, as one is headed to an overnight job, or off to the airport on a business trip.

Frequently, as I roll into the station, a large group catches my eye. The huddle, focused on one person in particular, tells me that this is a farewell. Only one will be boarding my train.

Sometimes it seems that it’s a joyous occasion. The well-wishers are as excited for the new adventure as the traveler.  But more often the sadness of saying goodbye seems to reveal uncertainty. Perhaps the welfare of the traveler is the concern. Likely the parting brings loneliness, a separation with an unknown future.

When I see these tearful, unwilling partings, the image of the first time I was scared to death by a movie comes to mind. I was a small child attending a Saturday matinée. Darby O’Gile and the Little People was showing. (Yes, I’m am that old. This was fifty some odd years ago.) I was scared to death as the Banshee called for Darby O’Gile. My four or five year old self watched in fear and trembling as the Death Coach came gliding down from the stormy night sky to collect it’s unwilling passenger.

As I bring my train to a stop at the station and open the doors, I can still hear the Coachman from that movie command Darby O’Gile, “Step in!”

On one poignant occasion, I was the ominous faceless black robed figure, impatiently waiting to move on into the black stormy sky.

A woman, likely the small boy’s mother, stepped on my train as I locked up the doors and began my departure. Looking back from my mirror was this small boy standing on the platform watching our departure with unrestrained tears as we distanced from the station.

This conjured a wave of sorrow in me. Suddenly I was the little boy, standing on the platform watching as my own mother, who passed away this year, left on the train.

Now I was the driver again, wondering where the woman was headed, which station she would be getting off at. I thought there must be a happy reunion coming on the other end of her travels.

I pondered this experience as a metaphor of life and death. As 2016 closes we, as a society, have watched many of our great ones pass on. As we are left to wonder how life will be without them, I’m the small boy on the station platform watching the train depart with my mother. My mother’s sad goodbye to me soon became a happy hello to my dad and others who have passed on before.

As we say goodbye to this 2016, and the many experiences that went with it, and as we say hello to 2017 and its promise of new opportunities of life, my hellos and goodbyes mean more to me now.

Some of my hellos and goodbyes are framed together within a few seconds on a train platform – small glimpses of the little things that make the drama of life. Many are in life long relationships built with loved ones. But to me, all of these hellos and goodbyes improve me. As I experience them up close or from a distance, they bring me joy and happiness.  They make me a better person. Amidst the trouble and turmoil of daily living, along with the pain and suffering that we all endure, these hellos and goodbyes are the seasonings that make this life worth living.

Railroad Grand Masters Playing 50 Opponents Simultaneously

Bobby Fischer is considered by many to be the greatest chess player who ever lived. I remember watching with interest, back in 1972 – at the height of the “cold war”, when he played the Russian Chess Grandmaster Boris Spassky for the world championship. (Yes, I’m that old!)

Seen as symbolic of the political confrontation between the two superpowers, it was called “The match of the century.” At the time, the Soviet Union had dominated in chess for the previous twenty-five years.

Included in the prime time media frenzy about our American chess genius was a story and photo of a previous exhibition where Fischer played 50 opponents simultaneously.

With that image in mind, I participated in, watched, and listened as a fierce storm blew into the Wasatch Front and instigated a railroad chess exhibition, where our Railroad Grand Master Controllers were suddenly called to play their own 50 opponents simultaneously.

I was on my regular work, waiting to depart from Ogden with my train, as we were just beginning our peak 30 minute service for the afternoon commute. At about 3:30 pm, just minutes away from my departure time, while watching the severe thunderstorm roll in from the west, the radio came alive with calls from Control. “UTA Control to any MOW in the Clearfield/Layton area.”

MOW was a few miles away but responded to the call. Power was out at the Layton south control point. This was soon followed by the report of the track “showing occupancy” between Clearfield and Layton. More calls continued describing more problems up ahead of me. I didn’t know it at the time, but Utah had just experienced two tornados right ahead of me. Right here in Utah, where even a single small tornado is a rare event.

Before I could get the 20 minutes down the line where this troubled area was, many supervisors and MOW personnel were on the way to inspect the track and man the switches that would now need to be operated manually. However I-15, the freeway along our track, also suffering from the blast of the storm, was gridlocked and our reinforcements, now caught there, were going no where fast.

By the time I arrived at Clearfield Station the “Occupancy” reported earlier had cleared and I was given the directive to proceed at Restricted Speed almost all the way to the next station, which was Layton. Where 79mph was normal, this was a rather long way to go at a maximum speed of 20 mph. But with the mandate to “be able to stop within half the range of vision” of a whole list of possible hazards ahead of me, I went slower than that for much of it.

There were lots of debris strewn along the railroad right-of-way that Union Pacific and FrontRunner share through that stretch. Mostly tree limbs and other small items strewn up very close to the rails. I had to proceed slowly enough to sort out what I was seeing, determine if there was anything that might cause damage to the rails or the train, and be able to stop well before encountering such a threat.

Eventually, I came to a mostly intact metal roof blown from a nearby building. It was just off of our rails but it covered some of the UP tracks. This was the most likely cause of the earlier “Track Occupancy” that originally showed up in the Control Room. I’m sure that continuing wind from the storm had moved it just off of our rails before I had arrived, allowing my train to cautiously venture beyond the Clearfield Station.

After I finally arrived at Layton Station, my train had to hold there and wait for the northbound train, which was now caught behind the dead South Layton signal and switch that splits a siding off the mainline track so trains can “meet” at the station.

Because of the traffic gridlock on I-15, MOW and the Operations Supervisors still hadn’t arrived to help. So the Engineer of the northbound train had to tie down his train, and go down on the ground to manually throw the switch for his train to enter the siding into the station. Besides the process of unlocking it, taking the switch out of automatic and manually cranking it to the proper position, specific radio protocols with the controllers must be followed throughout the process. Once this has all been completed and the engineer is back on his train, which has once again been made ready to go, he now communicates with Control as they follow another set of radio protocols allowing his train to proceed past the improperly displayed signal.

With my train moving from Clearfield Station to Layton Station at mostly 10-20 mph where 79 mph is normal, and the wait while the northbound train worked his way through his signal and switch issues to finally make it into the Station, by now we were really running behind schedule.

The MOW first to respond finally found some back roads that got him to the troubled switch and signal up ahead of me just in time to manually line the switch for my southbound movement so I didn’t have to tie down my train and do it myself. I still had to go through the red signal by-pass procedures which of course continued to delay us even more, but we were finally moving away from the worst of the storm zone.

Problem was, my train was now so far behind schedule that I was out of sync for meeting each of the oncoming northbounds and so I repeatedly had to wait. Now, the numbers of waiting passengers at each station swelled because it had been such a long time since a southbound train had been through. This further delayed my progress as these many irate passengers overcrowded into my late train. By now I was so late that passengers, used to boarding the train behind me, arrived at each station thinking I’m trying to depart a few minutes early.

UTA Warm Springs Control continued to scramble, trying to manage everything going on and somehow get the trains back on schedule. Among many other things I’m sure they were doing, I observed or was aware of the following.

• With an increasing number of trains now running substantially late, they added at least one extra train to help take up the headway for the many commuters (our King) trying to get home.
• Extra trains and regular trains falling back to later headways of course increased the management complexity as the already busy single track corridor was even more crowded and the crews on various trains were working other than their normal headways and trains.
• At some point, these crews needed to be shifted to their correct work positions so they could end their tour of duty at whatever location their work ended and before exceeding their maximum allowed hours of service.
• Several signals continued to malfunction for some time, requiring Control to continue directing the ground personal who were manually “throwing” the switches, along with the cumbersome process required of them for the trains to proceed after following the “Red Signal By-Pass” radio protocols.
• Along with the signal problems there were three “Crossing Protections” that stayed in affect for many hours. Each of these crossing protections were separate “Mandatory Directives” that had to be given to each train (when stopped so they could be written down) and then read back to confirm that each detail was exactly correct. The train engineer then had to proceed up to each crossing at a specified speed, while sounding a specified horn sequence. Control needed to keep track of which train and which engineer had received each crossing protection. Because these crossing protections continued for so long, Control needed to reissue the crossing protections to the “new” engineer after the crews rotated out but before they reached the crossings under protection. When the crossing protections were finally released, Control needed to contact every train and every engineer still on duty to void each crossing protection.
• Along with keeping track (and directing) of the mayhem on the mainline, the required paperwork they now needed to keep up on was just as intense. Along with what I’ve already mentioned about documenting “Crossing Protections”, MOW’s access permits to the mainline track via “Track and Time” and “Fowl Time”, keeping track of what trains were running in what headway, and who the crew members were on all these train in this now mixed up system, they now had reports to complete every time a train departed a station more than 5 minutes late. In this storm of delays, that alone was a mammoth task.
• The feedback coming from UTA’s customer service department, through instant mediums such as direct customer cell phone calls and Twitter comments needed to be taken into account as decisions were made about whether or not to hold an already late train for transfers from light rail or bus. Most customers were unaware of the challenges to the whole system caused by such a brutal storm on our north end, especially those on the south end of our alignment.
• At least several of our trains (now working later assignments than they were intended to) needed to be taken out of service for refueling and time sensitive inspections. This was accomplished by making train swaps with “fresh” trains that were ready to go.
• Also of course getting the proper train crews on their proper trains was an on going process that took many hours to complete.

It was over 8 hours after the storm (after I had gone home) when I finally stopped listening to the radio chatter. Even then, sorting out the aftermath continued. The three crossing protections, scattered in the storm zone, were still in effect when I turned off the radio and went to sleep. It literally took all night to get everything working properly again.

I’m sure when 21 year old Bobby Fischer finally finished his chess exhibition of playing 50 competitors simultaneously, or when 29 year old Bobby Fischer won the “Game of the Century”, he went home, kicked his feet up, open a cold one and said, “Wow, what a game!”

Even though it might be fun to play Chess, “Railroad Control Room style”, for now I’ll leave it to the Railroad Chess Masters of FrontRunner. Because at this point, I’m having too much fun just driving the train.