Here we are in the waning days of November, and I can’t say that I’ve seen much evidence of that dastardly commuter scourge known as Slippery Rail/Slip-Slip/The Worst F***ing Thing About Commuting in the Northeast.
Granted, I’ve only lived through one fall season of riding the rails, and didn’t even have this little ol’ cyber soapbox last year, so I don’t have much frame of reference. But I seem to remember cars being out of commission this time last year, our fleet of 8 knocked down to 6, to 5, to freakin’ 4 for the tightest ride since those 18 kooky college kids piled into the VW Beetle.
Maybe the worst is yet ahead. Then again, just about every last leaf is down from the tree, so if ever the failed foliage were to plot their havoc on the train tracks, I’d think now would be the time.
Could it be that Metro-North’s multipronged plan to thwart the tyranny of oily leaf residue–shooting sand and alkaline onto the tracks, scrubbing them from moving trains with steel brushes, and a fearsome contraption dubbed Waterworld–is actually working?
I put a call in to Metro-North to find out.
In the meantime, I’m just enjoying the ride.
(Boy, is it hard to type while simultaneously keeping fingers crossed and knocking on wood.)