Here’s MY railroad crossing story:
One cold winter morning, I was on my way to work. Everything was dry and salty. No precip for a long time.
As I came to the UP track in Rondout the lights came on and the gates started to come down. “Cool, I get to be right up front!”
I went to stop, and there was ABSOLUTELY NO GRIP. The Anti-Lock brakes were anti-locking. The car wasn’t slowing down the slightest bit.
“Right, I’m a railfan and a model railroader. I’m supposed to be aware of these things, and now I’m going to get schmucked by a train.”
I decided there was no way I was going to be on this side of the track, so I decided I’d better make sure I was on the other side. I slid Sophira to the left, then back to the right, around both gates and then off the road into the metal junk place. Fortunately, it was the Metra that always creeps through Rondout. Hate to think if it had been the Hiawatha that comes blasting through at about 79.