Down at the train tracks

This weekend was mostly spent outdoors since the weather was so feckin' beautiful. We peddled all over the place enjoying the sights and sounds of a city that continues to reveal new sides all the time. An opportunity presented itself to cross another All-American activity off the list. I've been to a baseball game, I've eaten hot dogs, I've been to rummage sales, I've tasted (and spat out) root beer... and now I can say that I've gone down to the train tracks and crushed coins. Cycling along Energy Park Drive I happened upon some suitable tracks. Knowing that freight trains run quite frequently on this line I laid a quarter on the rail. I sat patiently in the hot sun and waited for a train to flatten my money. Thirty minutes later and still no train so I set off on the bike but left the money in place. Almost as soon as I cycled off a train blasted past me so I turned the beast around and returned to the scene of the crime. And there she was, flat as a pancake and smooth as if she had been polished. Wish I had of witnessed the action. Next time.