|Speaking of twins and choo choos...
||[Aug. 13th, 2006|06:43 pm]
Interestingly, when I was traveling all over Northern California, my brother was doing likewise. He's a CDF fire captain, and does everything in his power to get to one of those fires and start helping to put it out.
So, my brother was assigned as a strike team leader (strike team: a bunch of fire engines culled from the ends of the earth and thrown into the fire (not literally), usually doing structure protection) responding to the Junction fire. Once they were formed up and on the way, his strike team gets diverted down south, near Monetary, for a fire that was actually threatening structures. After sitting in the reserve force for a few days, the strike team was sent back north to the Bar Complex, a bunch of fires started by a lightning storm. On the way there, they were rediverted back to the Junction fire, specifically to Weaverville, and got there just in time for the single structure that was lost in that fire to burn down right in front of them.
Right, so THIS weekend, I took the train from Sacramento to SF. It was delayed for two hours due to grass fires (15-20 of 'em) along the tracks, no doubt caused by the poor maintenance procedures of Union Pacific. But that's fine; they have beer on the train. Right, so several beers later, and one scintillating four hour conversation with a Marketing guy, I reach beautiful Richmond (mmm). I hop off and head to the BART Station, and hear the overhead announcement "Sorry! No trains from Richmond through North Berkley due to grass fires along the right of way.
It's a fucking elevated right of way. Concrete. Nothing burning. Grass fire wayyy down there. Don't tell me about smoke; they have this thing called fog here, ya know.
Anyway, I really had to pee, so, Mythbusters was right; you won't get electrified by peeing on the 3rd rail.
Trifecta now in play.