Now I remember why I hate yard jobs so much. I've been covering a vacation on what's technically a 'local', which to me is a yard switcher for the last week. Boring just doesn't describe it. It's back and forth, stop and go, east and west all day. It's monotonous and repetitive. Being around the office all the time means that the officials are likely to drop by and give you the old eyeball just to see if you're toeing the line. Annoying on top of boring.
The only thing that even comes close to making it worthwhile is that you're home every night and on this one, I got to be home for #1 son's birthday instead of spending it in a hotel and calling him on the cell. That doesn't happen too often so I'm glad I was able to grab it but it was still painfully slow. I actually only worked the thing for four days but it seemed like a month. I truthfully like to engineer and run my train so going east, west, stop, kick etc. for hours on end gets pretty old in a hurry. There's no scenery and there's no variation.
Much as I dislike being away from home so much, I guess I'm a road man by nature and I'm probably doomed to stay that way. I'll be back to the on-call routine come Monday night and off I'll go on my long-haul run to the north country but at least I'll see something besides the same quarter mile of track and the same three signals. The road is a grind and it feels good to take a break once in a while but I've lived out of my grip so long that going back is almost like going home.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
...And Again
They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results. Guilty as charged.
I figured Friday wasn't enough abuse so I took off on another ride Saturday into the wind and up the hills. Turns out, I'm not quite back in shape for this kind of thing yet. I wound up 48 miles into it and about 10 miles from home when I pretty much ran out of steam. Same old same old, windy, cold, snowdrifts etc. I still had three stiff hills to pull before I got into the home stretch and the old legs just flat surrendered. My wife called and wondered where I'd gotten off to and allowed as how it was going to be full dark by the time I got home at the rate I was going. A suggestion that she maybe come and rescue me was reluctantly accepted as I was off the bike and walking up the steep pitches by now and the temperature was falling pretty fast. That's the first time I've ever had to walk the 1400 anywhere but reality is the better part of valor sometimes.
On the positive side...I did manage to get in 94 miles in two days which ain't too bad for so early in the season and the screaming leg cramps only woke me up once in the night. I thought the muscle on the inside of my left thigh was going to reach up and strangle me for putting it through so much on such short notice. Oh well...it's back to work at 6 am so I'll have some time to recover while I hold down the seat all day. Supposed to be in the 40's by afternoon but I kinda doubt I'll be pedaling anywhere even if I do get an early quit. There's insanity and then there's just stupid. I'll only cross one line at a time.
I figured Friday wasn't enough abuse so I took off on another ride Saturday into the wind and up the hills. Turns out, I'm not quite back in shape for this kind of thing yet. I wound up 48 miles into it and about 10 miles from home when I pretty much ran out of steam. Same old same old, windy, cold, snowdrifts etc. I still had three stiff hills to pull before I got into the home stretch and the old legs just flat surrendered. My wife called and wondered where I'd gotten off to and allowed as how it was going to be full dark by the time I got home at the rate I was going. A suggestion that she maybe come and rescue me was reluctantly accepted as I was off the bike and walking up the steep pitches by now and the temperature was falling pretty fast. That's the first time I've ever had to walk the 1400 anywhere but reality is the better part of valor sometimes.
On the positive side...I did manage to get in 94 miles in two days which ain't too bad for so early in the season and the screaming leg cramps only woke me up once in the night. I thought the muscle on the inside of my left thigh was going to reach up and strangle me for putting it through so much on such short notice. Oh well...it's back to work at 6 am so I'll have some time to recover while I hold down the seat all day. Supposed to be in the 40's by afternoon but I kinda doubt I'll be pedaling anywhere even if I do get an early quit. There's insanity and then there's just stupid. I'll only cross one line at a time.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Pushing For Spring
Got out and about yesterday on the old road bike. The weather guys said it might make mid-to-high 30s or so but the wind would be pretty stiff. Fair enough...I'll give it a try. I actually had the day off and was not on-call for a change so I figured I'd better get some miles while I could. Sounded like a good idea at the time.
The kids were in school and CMB was working so I got on the road figuring on about three hours. Turns out the temperature was a tad cooler than predicted and the wind was a LOT stronger than anticipated. Kind of planned ahead more than usual so I started out going upwind and uphill for the first leg. The wind was straight out of the north and I sort of realized things were not going well when I hit the first snow drift blowing across the road. Understanding really dawned when I stopped feeling my fingers, toes and left side of my face. A few blasts of wind almost brought me to a stop on level ground and I had to gear down like I was climbing a cliff.
Sane people would wait until the glaciers retreat before attempting summer sports. Not this old guy. There's something wrong with dodging continuous potholes and snowdrifts while trying to ride a bicycle in March but hey, that's just me.
Once I got in the groove, I just sort of kept on pushing until I wound up at a little convenient store parking lot near Ithaca College which prompted a break and a call to my friend the Good Doctor to see if he had coffee going in his office so I could mooch a cup and warm up. He was and he did so I was about to push off and head for his place when I heard a bunch of yuk-yuking and ho-hoing behind me followed by a wolf whistle that would win prizes. I turned around as a whole pick-up load of construction guys was unloading to go get lunch. The look on their faces when the biker in black spandex with a pony-tail turned around and they realized HE had a beard was worth the price of admission. I asked the guy who whistled if he really liked guys that much and mentioned that I'm old, married and hence really not his type. His buddies were still laughing hysterically when I pulled out of the parking lot. It pays to know what you're gawking at before you make an idiot of yourself sometimes.
I eventually made it to Doc's office and bummed a coffee and some of his BTU's to thaw out before I aimed the bars south and started for home. It's quite a pull uphill at first so the leg-burn was going nicely when I finally came over the top and hit the homestretch. All that slugging upwind and upgrade paid off as I hoped it would. The last 10 miles was fast and easy with the breeze behind me and a downhill run to the back door. Sometimes a plan comes together.
For all of that, I wound up with 46 miles under the Trek and a sunburned face so it was a pretty good day all around. I just wish the days would get a little longer and the sun a little warmer soon. I could use a ride that includes getting home with feeling in my finger tips and no ice in my water bottle.
The kids were in school and CMB was working so I got on the road figuring on about three hours. Turns out the temperature was a tad cooler than predicted and the wind was a LOT stronger than anticipated. Kind of planned ahead more than usual so I started out going upwind and uphill for the first leg. The wind was straight out of the north and I sort of realized things were not going well when I hit the first snow drift blowing across the road. Understanding really dawned when I stopped feeling my fingers, toes and left side of my face. A few blasts of wind almost brought me to a stop on level ground and I had to gear down like I was climbing a cliff.
Sane people would wait until the glaciers retreat before attempting summer sports. Not this old guy. There's something wrong with dodging continuous potholes and snowdrifts while trying to ride a bicycle in March but hey, that's just me.
Once I got in the groove, I just sort of kept on pushing until I wound up at a little convenient store parking lot near Ithaca College which prompted a break and a call to my friend the Good Doctor to see if he had coffee going in his office so I could mooch a cup and warm up. He was and he did so I was about to push off and head for his place when I heard a bunch of yuk-yuking and ho-hoing behind me followed by a wolf whistle that would win prizes. I turned around as a whole pick-up load of construction guys was unloading to go get lunch. The look on their faces when the biker in black spandex with a pony-tail turned around and they realized HE had a beard was worth the price of admission. I asked the guy who whistled if he really liked guys that much and mentioned that I'm old, married and hence really not his type. His buddies were still laughing hysterically when I pulled out of the parking lot. It pays to know what you're gawking at before you make an idiot of yourself sometimes.
I eventually made it to Doc's office and bummed a coffee and some of his BTU's to thaw out before I aimed the bars south and started for home. It's quite a pull uphill at first so the leg-burn was going nicely when I finally came over the top and hit the homestretch. All that slugging upwind and upgrade paid off as I hoped it would. The last 10 miles was fast and easy with the breeze behind me and a downhill run to the back door. Sometimes a plan comes together.
For all of that, I wound up with 46 miles under the Trek and a sunburned face so it was a pretty good day all around. I just wish the days would get a little longer and the sun a little warmer soon. I could use a ride that includes getting home with feeling in my finger tips and no ice in my water bottle.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Snow Days
Another long round-trip with crummy weather just to make it interesting. This is how these things tend to go:
I got a very early call and got caught a little short...like with only about an hour of sleep. That alone makes for a miserable trip, fighting the heavy lids through the wee hours and trying to be coherent. After enough years of this though, I'm pretty used to it as long as I don't try to do too many all-nighters in a row. It's not the end of the world, just not my favorite thing to do. One of my old conductors used to call me 'the Iron Engineer' for my ability to hold off sleep and function like almost like a human on very little shut-eye but it ain't getting any easier as I get older.
To make the trip more exciting, the weather guys had been forecasting a 'historic' snowstorm for about a week so I was sort of expecting a long drive. It was supposed to start before I left but not much was going on all the way out. I drove the van so I'd have good tires just in case but there was almost nothing for the commute. In fact, it was mostly rain and wet snow on the trip and solid rain the whole time I was in the hotel. Temps. went up into the 40's and everything turned to slush and mud. I figured that was too good to last as a call to the Home Office reported heavy snow and closed school in my neck of the woods.
Unfortunately, the railroad gods deemed that it was our turn to take an extra long stay in the bag which turned into 27-plus hours before the phone finally rang to head for home. Between the snow piling up at two inches per hour everywhere to the south and west of us and a hopper train that pasted a car stuck on a crossing, it was an almost endless holding pattern. Even though nobody was hurt in the collision and the snowplows making headway, they still held us for an extra six hours while they sorted it all out and got things moving again.
Once we launched from the yard (still in the rain), things deteriorated pretty fast. The downpour turned to snow before we got 25 miles out and just kept coming. Apparently, all the rain in the valleys was snow on the hilltops because in a matter of about 10 miles, the snow was a couple of feet deep and still coming fast. By the time we made the top of the first hill, we were plowing snow and wondering how bad it was going to get. The stuff was heavy, wet and stuck to everything. It just got deeper by the mile until I had some doubt as to our chances of making the next grade. It's been a long time since I pushed snow very much. It hasn't changed.
It let up some after a while and the visibility improved but the track was still buried. We just happened to not be overloaded for a change and had 11,500 hp to work with so climbing the hills wasn't too bad, all things considered. I guess those weather geniuses do know what they're talking about.
The funny thing is...after we crested the last hill, it pretty much fizzled out. It was like stepping into another world in a matter of a few minutes. Still snow on the ground but nothing like that stretch of about 40 miles with the crap up to the third step. From one end of the trip to the other it went from pouring rain to out-and-out blizzard back to just plain old winter in one day. Like they say...if you don't like the weather around here, wait a few minutes and it'll change. Now if it would only change to spring in the next few...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Cold With A Chance Of Bike Ride
Well, the sun finally poked through today (while I was home even)and the thermometer inched up to around the mid 30's. Hmmm...let me think. The road is almost dry, the temperature is a little above polar, the big light in the sky is visible...almost sounds like a ride to me. I knew I'd hate myself if I didn't venture out for at least a short hop. Besides, even younger son wanted to drag out the ancient Raleigh we keep around hoping it'll someday morph into a new Gary Fisher. So after stalling for a while waiting for the mercury to jump up a few more degrees, I scrounged my spandex out of the laundry room and pumped up the tires on the Trek. A couple of layers later, we went out the driveway into a stiff breeze and around our usual loop to warm up. By the time we got back to the homestead, I realized that warm was going to be a little more difficult than I planned. The Raleigh came back indoors with it's young rider and I picked up another sweatshirt and another layer of gloves. I was determined to put on a few miles more since I'd gone to the effort of putting on all these clothes.
Deep down, I know there's a ton of salt on the road and salt is the enemy of cables and aluminum frames but it's been a long winter and the chance to get out is just too good to pass up. With two pairs of gloves, three sweatshirts, cold weather pants and fat socks, it was off again and head west just to see how far I could go.
25.65 miles later, it was worth it. As usual for me, I went up into the hills right off the bat. I got in a couple of pretty good climbs (for me anyway) and just kept on going until the cold finally started to get to me and the knowledge that I'll have to go to work in the wee hours of the morning turned the pedals for home. It really wasn't much of a mileage venture but the climbs felt good and even the leg-burn didn't come on 'till the very end so I guess the trainer miles and all the treadmill work at the hotel has accomplished something. On top of that, I figured out how to embed a map of my escapade in the Wayward Home so that was another plus. I'll probably do more of those as the summer progresses. Are you with me Doc? Our first century is going to be this season.
Yep...it's still cold out and now I've got some work to do to get the salt off before everything corrodes but I remember why I do this...when you make the last pitch to the top of the hill and know you could do it again...it still feels like victory.
Deep down, I know there's a ton of salt on the road and salt is the enemy of cables and aluminum frames but it's been a long winter and the chance to get out is just too good to pass up. With two pairs of gloves, three sweatshirts, cold weather pants and fat socks, it was off again and head west just to see how far I could go.
25.65 miles later, it was worth it. As usual for me, I went up into the hills right off the bat. I got in a couple of pretty good climbs (for me anyway) and just kept on going until the cold finally started to get to me and the knowledge that I'll have to go to work in the wee hours of the morning turned the pedals for home. It really wasn't much of a mileage venture but the climbs felt good and even the leg-burn didn't come on 'till the very end so I guess the trainer miles and all the treadmill work at the hotel has accomplished something. On top of that, I figured out how to embed a map of my escapade in the Wayward Home so that was another plus. I'll probably do more of those as the summer progresses. Are you with me Doc? Our first century is going to be this season.
Yep...it's still cold out and now I've got some work to do to get the salt off before everything corrodes but I remember why I do this...when you make the last pitch to the top of the hill and know you could do it again...it still feels like victory.
Monday, February 15, 2010
...And So It Goes
I got back from another trip about 10 last night. Seems like they get longer and longer all the time. At least the railroad powers ran us fairly straight through. It didn't take all twelve hours as it usually does lately. Just another day at the office though...big sloppy freight train, electrical problems, slow grind up the hills, etc...same old, same old. I always say that I don't care a lot about a fast trip, I just want them to be uneventful, unexciting (boring is good) and profitable. This one pretty much went along without major uproar so in that regard, it was successful. But I'm about burned out from so many in a row so I took a couple of personal days this week to regroup and get myself reassembled. I always know when it's time to bail out...my SA starts to get fuzzy and I have a hard time keeping all my assorted distractions safely stashed in the box I usually pack them in behind my concentration. Even after all these years, I still have to think about what I'm doing to do it well and when things start to pile up...I just can't. Time to step back and take a look at the landscape.
The one bright spot of the trip came after we'd stumbled up over the last heavy grade and were finally cruising downhill into home plate. I glanced out my side as I was blowing over a crossing to see a familiar van sitting at the gate with an even more familiar face in the windshield. There sat my wife and the kids, grinning away like they'd just won shopping sprees at GameStop and Lane Bryant. They were out train-chasing and just managed to catch me on the glide slope. She used to chase all the time when this was new and the boys were small. She knew most of the track speeds as well as I did so she could get ahead of the train, set the boys up and wave at the next crossing. Routine eventually set in as it tends to do, the kids got older and the novelty wore off so the chases kind of faded away over time. Still, every once-in-a-while, she loads them up and away they go. She's not quite as adept at finding the right train anymore (or even the right tracks) but even so, sometimes they get lucky and find the monster in the woods with the old guy driving and make me smile. Simple things for a simple man can brighten the dark days.
There's been a series of personal events lately that have me pretty shook up and confused so with the drop of my grip at the door...I believe I'm going to sit still a minute or two, maybe sip a beer and think things over. Nietzsche said that "...when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Maybe it's time to look long and see what it is that's looking back. Times have been tough around the Wayward Home for many weeks and the world has been awfully cloudy, inside and out. I could use a little clearer vision perhaps.
In the meantime...C and I are going to break away a little bit while I'm off and have a late Valentine's Day with each other. As usual, we missed the actual day because I was working but over the years, we've sort of adapted to having holidays and such on odd days anyway. It has it's advantages. On the big weekends, we miss the traffic and the jacked-up prices by taking the day off on Tuesday and for everything else...the thought counts more than the calendar box as far as we can tell. Any day without CMC ringing my phone is a holiday to me and by this evening...it'll be off and I'm not going to care where I left it.
The one bright spot of the trip came after we'd stumbled up over the last heavy grade and were finally cruising downhill into home plate. I glanced out my side as I was blowing over a crossing to see a familiar van sitting at the gate with an even more familiar face in the windshield. There sat my wife and the kids, grinning away like they'd just won shopping sprees at GameStop and Lane Bryant. They were out train-chasing and just managed to catch me on the glide slope. She used to chase all the time when this was new and the boys were small. She knew most of the track speeds as well as I did so she could get ahead of the train, set the boys up and wave at the next crossing. Routine eventually set in as it tends to do, the kids got older and the novelty wore off so the chases kind of faded away over time. Still, every once-in-a-while, she loads them up and away they go. She's not quite as adept at finding the right train anymore (or even the right tracks) but even so, sometimes they get lucky and find the monster in the woods with the old guy driving and make me smile. Simple things for a simple man can brighten the dark days.
There's been a series of personal events lately that have me pretty shook up and confused so with the drop of my grip at the door...I believe I'm going to sit still a minute or two, maybe sip a beer and think things over. Nietzsche said that "...when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Maybe it's time to look long and see what it is that's looking back. Times have been tough around the Wayward Home for many weeks and the world has been awfully cloudy, inside and out. I could use a little clearer vision perhaps.
In the meantime...C and I are going to break away a little bit while I'm off and have a late Valentine's Day with each other. As usual, we missed the actual day because I was working but over the years, we've sort of adapted to having holidays and such on odd days anyway. It has it's advantages. On the big weekends, we miss the traffic and the jacked-up prices by taking the day off on Tuesday and for everything else...the thought counts more than the calendar box as far as we can tell. Any day without CMC ringing my phone is a holiday to me and by this evening...it'll be off and I'm not going to care where I left it.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
It's Been Such A Long Time...
So says Boston from way back when. Yes troops, I know it's been a long time since I tapped out anything on the 'Home' but life intrudes so much into your time for this kind of thing. Between the ridiculous hours at work and the medical issues and the to-do list and the...well, you get the picture.
Basically, I don't have a lot of patience lately for much other than the essentials of pushing through another day anyway. We've been doing battle with the medical profession and the cutthroat insurance industry for about 3 weeks and it's worn me down about as far as I want to go. I've never seen anything like this. Everybody has a waiting list or doesn't accept my 'Cadillac' insurance policy. What the hell am I paying for? I've never been more frustrated. Seems like there's times when everything piles up at once and it just feels like you can't do one more thing on top of what's already on the plate. But then you do and then something else collapses and you're off and running to handle it. Even something as simple as typing a blog entry seems like a major undertaking all of a sudden.
...and then the phone rings to go to work...NOW. My train is about 6 hours late getting here so I got to sleep most of the night for a change. Maybe we won't spend 24 hours in the hotel this time since we're leaving in daylight. I figured it would be a late call when I checked the lineup last night so I stayed up a little longer planning on some extra zzz's. Good idea except for the RR waking me up at 4:30 this morning to ask if I wanted to work a job in New Jersey (where I've never been, am not qualified, in a yard I couldn't even find) on a day when the snow is a foot deep and it'd take me till next Friday to get to. I can't get them to stop doing that no matter how many times I tell them I'm not qualified on New Jersey Transit's railroad and so can't go there even if I wanted to, no matter how many times they call me. So much for that "get proper rest" thing they're always preaching. The one time I could sleep in, they wake me up anyway. It's one more irritation they provide along with all the other petty nonsense that goes with the job. I have to put up with it but there's days when it just about pushes me over the edge.
In the meantime, I better close up shop and get my stuff together. It's still snowing pretty steady and supposed to keep on most of the day. It'll be a long commute with all the fair-weather drivers out there this morning so I better hit the road early. It takes almost an hour on a good day so I gotta roll.
Basically, I don't have a lot of patience lately for much other than the essentials of pushing through another day anyway. We've been doing battle with the medical profession and the cutthroat insurance industry for about 3 weeks and it's worn me down about as far as I want to go. I've never seen anything like this. Everybody has a waiting list or doesn't accept my 'Cadillac' insurance policy. What the hell am I paying for? I've never been more frustrated. Seems like there's times when everything piles up at once and it just feels like you can't do one more thing on top of what's already on the plate. But then you do and then something else collapses and you're off and running to handle it. Even something as simple as typing a blog entry seems like a major undertaking all of a sudden.
...and then the phone rings to go to work...NOW. My train is about 6 hours late getting here so I got to sleep most of the night for a change. Maybe we won't spend 24 hours in the hotel this time since we're leaving in daylight. I figured it would be a late call when I checked the lineup last night so I stayed up a little longer planning on some extra zzz's. Good idea except for the RR waking me up at 4:30 this morning to ask if I wanted to work a job in New Jersey (where I've never been, am not qualified, in a yard I couldn't even find) on a day when the snow is a foot deep and it'd take me till next Friday to get to. I can't get them to stop doing that no matter how many times I tell them I'm not qualified on New Jersey Transit's railroad and so can't go there even if I wanted to, no matter how many times they call me. So much for that "get proper rest" thing they're always preaching. The one time I could sleep in, they wake me up anyway. It's one more irritation they provide along with all the other petty nonsense that goes with the job. I have to put up with it but there's days when it just about pushes me over the edge.
In the meantime, I better close up shop and get my stuff together. It's still snowing pretty steady and supposed to keep on most of the day. It'll be a long commute with all the fair-weather drivers out there this morning so I better hit the road early. It takes almost an hour on a good day so I gotta roll.
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