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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wby257" data-source="post: 263562" data-attributes="member: 1035">About two yrs after cracking my head open we moved to Harvey. We lived on the North side of the tracks and there was a Vidock or Viaduct depending on where you live. Its a foot bridge going over the railraod tracks, Billy Deck and I were walking over it and looking at the Trains. He says to me bet you 50 cents you dont dare jump on the train whens its going under the vidock. Now me having more guts than brains I say ok ( We were Feral kids growing up kind of wild ). So I'm standing on the side of the bridge as the train is going by. I took kind of a running jump. Now I'm maybe 10 feet above the train and its going close to 20 mph. As soon as I jumped I knew it wasnt going to be, a stick the land type of deal. I landed in the middle of the boxcar and started to roll off it. I dont know how I got a hold of the grating but I did and pulled my way up on to the car. I walked to the back of the car and went down the ladder. The easy part was getting on a moving train. The hard part is getting off in one piece. I bailed off that ladder and tried to run with the train, and that didnt turn out the way I wanted it to. Its was nothing like the Dukes of Hazzard. When your rolling across railroad ties and granite chunks you dont win. I did get the 50 cents plus a big gash on my arm and lots of road rash on my knees and ankle.Did I say we were Feral kids growing up?</blockquote>