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Trains kind of scare me. Not riding trains. I'm fine riding trains. But trains going by. The train that runs near my house. The train that runs behind my parents' house.
The tragedy in Lac Megantic in the summer of 2013 really got me. The irresponsibility. The trickle-down culpability. That town. Those people. I checked the news every day until everyone was accounted for. Not everyone was accounted for. But we know what happened to them.
It's crazy enough driving a car, when you think about it. I have drive-o-phobia. Trying to get my license has been an ongoin, 20-year ordeal. That big, heavy, gasoline-filled hunk of metal in my hands, under my control. Sometimes when I practice driving the anxiety gets so bad I leave my body. That's the worst. The basis of my fear. And yet people drive cars like it's nothing, no big deal. Some of those people fall asleep at the wheel.
Some people drive trains. Like it's nothing. No big deal.
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