I live in a really small city. There is a very active railroad that runs through the middle of the city. There is an intersection in the city where three roads branch off of the main street and head west, north and east. The trains stop traffic on the north and east roads, when they come through town.
You can get beyond the railroad using the west road without having to cross the tracks. This is something that only the city residents or frequent visitors know. The rest of the world sits at those wooden arms and flashing lights and waits, waits, waits.
I love to watch the traffic on the main street split when a train is coming. The blinkers of the city knowers go on immediately and the migration to the left lane begins. The faces of those not in the know look confused, peering around with furrowed brows for the cause of the right lane exodus.
As for the keepers of the city secrets, I think we all feel kinda cool as we glide unfettered around the corner, while the rest of the drivers slow to a halt, hoping the train is a short one.
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That was a wonderful bit of description.
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