Workin the line.

When I came back out an hour and a half or so later the front wheels had slipped off the track and three guys with a big machine of some kind were trying to put them back. And me without my camera. Left it in the lab. For shame.

I've been told these tracks, which run past the building I work in, are so bad they have to be inspected every day. They don't get much traffic, fortunately. Unfortunately, I've also been told these are the tracks they're most likely to use if they ever decide to haul waste from the nearest nuke plant out by rail. Which is not, the way I see it, a terrifically happy thought.