Not to far from home was a railroad track on a raised bed that crossed the road. Made for a pretty good ramp when I started driving. I used to go over “jump” it with at least one person riding in the bed of my truck.

In high school I rode my bike to school. On the way home in the afternoons a freight train would pass through on my route. More than once I raced it to the crossing, making it across when the train was about a dozen feet away.

Though I must say, for being four months past the use date the milk was still in surprisingly good shape. I would have expected cottage cheese. That’s some quality product, @OrganicValley.