"Hey do want to go grab that sign?"
"You mean right now."
"Well, yeah."
"Alright."
"You mean right now."
"Well, yeah."
"Alright."
See, the other day I was riding my bike around Wheat and Pickens street and noticed a street sign had been knocked over and I love me some street signs. Not being properly equipped to take it then I kicked the sign and post under the bushes for safe keeping.
Ben and I drove over to pick up the sign, this time with all my tools to get it off the post. No luck. The sign was back up and our hopes were back down. All dressed up and no where to go we resorted to scanning the proximity looking for any interesting or vulnerable pieces. That's about the time we come across the "Pet Waste Trasmits Disease" sign on the side of a vacant street. Feeling the time was right, we made quick of our work and within a minute the sign was sitting under the floor mat of Ben's car riding to it's new home in Bates West.
Now we're up and looking for adventure and we had to look no further than down the street. We zipped back to Bates West to grab Ben's camera and headed down to check out and potentially climb the watertower.
The gate was locked but easily wide enough to squeeze through. Granted, Ben and I are pretty slender. I figure that gate could keep out the well fed hoodlums pretty well. The whole thing was reeking of risk seeing how right across from us only obscured by darkness and a chain-link fence was an intersection brimming with cars splashing their lights on us at every pass. We saw the ladder on the tower. The only problem was it started 30 feet up in the air.
We checked out anything we could in search of an answer to the ladder problem but were only met with a few control panels with a pamphlet of schematics I would never understand. We decided it best not to just push buttons or turn any of the keys.
Understandably, we were a bit let down as we trotted our way back to BW. As we are walking to the door we hear the train roaring on the tracks beside our dorm.
In due time we were back off the train, realizing the walk home had gotten really far by this point. But adventure and opportunity never stops and when we saw an open cab we had to jump in and hope there were no hobos sleeping in it. Luckily there weren't. But when we got in the train shook like hell and scared the shit out of Ben and I when the whole cab resounded with a cacophony of metal clanging.
Exploring most all our options, we started thinking logically again and jumped off the train. (If you've never tried jumping off a moving train, it is more a mid air run into a ground stumble than an easy jump) By this point we are well past the stadium a few miles away from where we started and now we have to walk the tracks home. As we do, we notice a persistent bright light behind us, but for the life of us we can't tell if it is getting bigger or not everytime we check. The thing is the light even goes out at one point, so now I'm really confused.
And then we notice the 'no trespassing on the tracks sign' but we keep walking along and after about 5 minutes I look back to check the light again and - "Oh dip! That's a train" Ben and I rush off the tracks and hide in the woods until the conductor goes by so we can get on a later cart and ride it home unnoticed.
What luck. But, the trains not going exactly the same way and we over shoot our destination and end up at a Sonic where we split a much deserved cheeseburger.
Looking back, I'm glad we made the stop.
This track bolt was our souvenir for the night's adventure.
Ben and I drove over to pick up the sign, this time with all my tools to get it off the post. No luck. The sign was back up and our hopes were back down. All dressed up and no where to go we resorted to scanning the proximity looking for any interesting or vulnerable pieces. That's about the time we come across the "Pet Waste Trasmits Disease" sign on the side of a vacant street. Feeling the time was right, we made quick of our work and within a minute the sign was sitting under the floor mat of Ben's car riding to it's new home in Bates West.
Now we're up and looking for adventure and we had to look no further than down the street. We zipped back to Bates West to grab Ben's camera and headed down to check out and potentially climb the watertower.
The gate was locked but easily wide enough to squeeze through. Granted, Ben and I are pretty slender. I figure that gate could keep out the well fed hoodlums pretty well. The whole thing was reeking of risk seeing how right across from us only obscured by darkness and a chain-link fence was an intersection brimming with cars splashing their lights on us at every pass. We saw the ladder on the tower. The only problem was it started 30 feet up in the air.
We checked out anything we could in search of an answer to the ladder problem but were only met with a few control panels with a pamphlet of schematics I would never understand. We decided it best not to just push buttons or turn any of the keys.
Understandably, we were a bit let down as we trotted our way back to BW. As we are walking to the door we hear the train roaring on the tracks beside our dorm.
"Is that the train?"
We both looked over and understood eachother's mindset and in an instant we were sprinting down the hill jumping a fence, heading to the tracks. The train was screaming by as Ben and I ran beside it trying to find something to hold on to. We both managed to grab on and hop aboard the side of train. Exhilarated with the night air rushing by we rode the train until we felt we might be getting uncomfortably far away. So, we hopped off intending to head back. That was until we saw a cab that we could get to the roof of the train on. Then we were back sprinting and train hopping. It was wonderful childhood dream finally realized. The train would periodically stop and we'd have a sort of irrational fear it was because of us.
In due time we were back off the train, realizing the walk home had gotten really far by this point. But adventure and opportunity never stops and when we saw an open cab we had to jump in and hope there were no hobos sleeping in it. Luckily there weren't. But when we got in the train shook like hell and scared the shit out of Ben and I when the whole cab resounded with a cacophony of metal clanging.
Exploring most all our options, we started thinking logically again and jumped off the train. (If you've never tried jumping off a moving train, it is more a mid air run into a ground stumble than an easy jump) By this point we are well past the stadium a few miles away from where we started and now we have to walk the tracks home. As we do, we notice a persistent bright light behind us, but for the life of us we can't tell if it is getting bigger or not everytime we check. The thing is the light even goes out at one point, so now I'm really confused.
And then we notice the 'no trespassing on the tracks sign' but we keep walking along and after about 5 minutes I look back to check the light again and - "Oh dip! That's a train" Ben and I rush off the tracks and hide in the woods until the conductor goes by so we can get on a later cart and ride it home unnoticed.
What luck. But, the trains not going exactly the same way and we over shoot our destination and end up at a Sonic where we split a much deserved cheeseburger.
Looking back, I'm glad we made the stop.
This track bolt was our souvenir for the night's adventure.
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