I JUST LIKE TRAINS!!!
Trains used to have awesome names, like the Orient Express or the Deccan Odyssey.
Now they’ve got boring named like… “B” or “2” Or the “B-2”, which is either a train, a vitamin, or one step closer to getting the full BINGO!
Old school trains were the best. When it was the only way to travel, and that shit actually mattered.
While it has the requisite kickass name, the Queen and Crescent Limited, unfortunately, sounds like a bit of a disaster.
Starting in Cincinnati and ending in New Orleans (which was called the Queen and Crescent route, hence the name), apparently the line was never a financial success. And, really, are you surprised? Because what kind of person would want to leave the warm, nuzzling bosom of the Blue Chip City for the gumbo-caked streets of Nawlins’?
“To blazes with your “Fat Tuesdays” and your so-called “Po’ Boys”! I think I’ll stay right here in Cincinnati and have… hmm. Just what the devil DO we have here, anyway? Something boiled, I’m assuming. My point is that we’ll have none of your Big Easy good times! Good day, sir! I said GOOD DAY!”
Putting that aside, it’s probably not a good omen when your train derails within one year of starting up. That’s not a way to engender brand loyalty. But in their defense, only two engineers were injured, and only ONE of them fatally. The passengers were all fine, so I guess I don’t see what the big deal is.
And to their credit, it only took another twenty years for them to have another accident. In 1947, they struck a car and killed three people.
Though I probably have to put that one on the people in the car. I’d imagine that back then, once you’d seen the new William Holden flick there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot to do besides park your Mercury Sportsman on the tracks and pray for the best.
And so by 1949, they were pretty much out of the game.
End of the line, end of the post.
Pryorball. 