Cars Trains Cars, Oh My

I chased a legendary steam train with my pop last weekend. We had fun. Driving around aimlessly figuring out what we were going to do as we went. We reached spots to watch the train, and we'd wait and wait.As soon as it flashed by us and left us in its steam, we, and the many other spectators, ran into our cars and tried to catch up to this Orange steamer. There was a lot of, "wait, wait, go go go!" We chased it through the gorge, past The Dalles and up towards Bend. We were accompanied by many other train-enthusists, some had tripods some had video cameras, some with nice green trucks. We followed all these people along the way and we watched where they watched. It was a beautiful day for train chasing. Apparently my dad follows this train year after year.
I drove from the quaint city of Madras to Sisters (two long hours), where we stopped for buffalo wings and salad. Too bad we couldn't stay for the Jazz festival.
People in eastern Oregon like to drive 10 miles above posted speeds and like to tailgate you until you speed up or they pass you.
I've had my share of car scares in the past two days.
On sunday a large truck pulled out behind an innocent lady walking her pup, and almost hit her, she turned around just in time also the time she probably had a heartattack.
Yesterday, after school there was a black jeep in a ditch outside of our school, and some mingling students tryed to pry the jeep out of its crash site. Some other cars were involved in the accident. I think some drugs and ill-thinking set up this disaster. The kids probably didn't tell anyone.