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I had to chuckle when I saw this letter to the editor in the paper.. He even wrote one in the Lake City paper.
You're a better man than I. When I read it I spit out my coffee. So the writer wants other people to spend billions of dollars to increase the value of *his* land. As if the railroad wasn't there when he bought it!I had to chuckle when I saw this letter to the editor in the paper.. He even wrote one in the Lake City paper.
These sort of luddite statements of anti industry and anti growth usually end at the point where the author has to examine his own impact on the envienment. Does he not want the ethanol that is in his gasoline that is 100% moved by rail? Does he not want his automobile which was 100% moved by rail?
According to the US Department of Energy, Amtrak uses 2,271 BTU's per passenger mile. Intercity buses don't provide their data to the DOE, so it is a bit hard to compare things. But transit buses use 4,118 BTU's per passenger mile. And just for comparison purposes, transit rail (LRT & subway's/El's) use 2,520 BTU's.Though the train kinda loses against the bus when the latter uses only about half the fuel of a train per pax, IF that's the only thing you consider. Bus seats are smaller, ya know.
That's the part that really gets me. Same thing happened with a friend of mine whose house backs up to the EJ&E tracks. He went nuts when CN bought it and started running traffic.You're a better man than I. When I read it I spit out my coffee. So the writer wants other people to spend billions of dollars to increase the value of *his* land. As if the railroad wasn't there when he bought it!
AmtrakBlue said:1345923470[/url]' post='389496']Or people who want to live in the country but don't want the smells that go with living in the country.
Because of that some cities require dicey takeoff procedures all in the name of noise abatement.And people who buy houses next to an airport and complain about jet noise
Very nice! Submit it to the newspaper as an equal time editorial!My apologies for a long post, but in response to Mr. Nielson's assertion that trains and nature are incompatible, allow me to say that isn't true for everyone. Below is an essay I wrote as a senior in high school - the assignment was to profile a special place.
Pepin
When I was a newly declared teenager, if someone asked me what I loved most in life, I would give one of two replies, trains or nature, depending on where I was. I spent hours in railroad yards, listening to the rumble of steel on steel. I spent as much time hiking through the wilderness near my home, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the great outdoors. I had a third passion in my life, though I seldom admitted it; I loved to feel that I was in charge. These very distinct passions were usually mutually exclusive, but for one magical night in Pepin, Wisconsin, they all came together in a way I have not experienced before or since.
It was July 1998. I was staying with my mother in the Twin Cities for several weeks, and for the most part we stayed at home. It was a pleasant surprise, therefore, when my mother announced one Saturday that we would be spending a night in Pepin, Wisconsin. I had no idea then that Pepin was to become one of my favorite places on the face of the Earth.
After about an hour’s drive from the Cities along the Mississippi River, the ever-awaited announcement, “We’re here!” snapped me out of my daydreaming. I stepped out to examine my surroundings. We were in a tiny town, nestled between Lake Pepin and the steep bluffs of the Mississippi valley. Main Street was only three blocks long. Tiny shops and houses formed a neat line along both sides. Looking toward the lake, I saw a dense forest of denuded trees: masts of over a hundred sailboats. The marina was at least as big as the entire town. Four perfectly parallel silver streaks sliced through main street in front of the marina: the double-track main line of the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad.
As my mother and I walked toward the lake, a new sound drowned out the peaceful small-town noises. Ding-ding-ding-ding. The railroad crossing signs had come to life, but no train was in sight. In two seconds, though, the signature triple headlight of a train appeared on the upriver side. Five seconds later, an air-horn blast turned the air to liquid sound. Ten thousand horsepower roared past at sixty miles per hour, giving way to a steady ground-shaking clickety-clack as fifteen thousand tons of freight bound for Chicago and points east rattled past. Less than two minutes after the crossing gate first broke the silence, the last car rolled away downriver, and all was silent in Pepin again. Natives paid as little heed to the whole ordeal as they did to the church bell announcing the time. It was nothing unusual to them. This ritual repeated itself twice per hour, twenty-four hours per day, seven days per week.
With the rumble of the train gone, my ears picked up another sound, this one much more melodious. Music - a lovely, lilting melody - was drifting down from somewhere out of sight. We set off in search of it and soon discovered its source, an elevated, tent-covered wooden platform erected in the center of Pepin’s only square block. This was the hangout of the townspeople. Some played various instruments, creating a beautiful chorus of folk music, while others sat in groups, drinking coffee and commenting on the wonderful weather. Here we met my mother’s friend David, a sailboat owner, who would be tour guide for the remainder of the day.
It was now afternoon, and we were in need of food, so we headed for Pepin’s only restaurant. Set alongside the marina, The Pickle looked like it was built to withstand a hurricane. Standing far from any of the other town buildings, it was two stories high and constructed of brick. The restaurant was on the second floor and was reached by climbing a long outside stairway. The atmosphere inside The Pickle was unique: distinctly small-town, but with a bit of big-time flair. Their menu consisted of all the expected rural dishes - commercials, burgers, and the like - as well as a few more unusual, and expensive, seafood entrees. Huge picture windows looked out over the lake, and a small balcony in back looked over the railroad, not more than twenty feet away, providing a unique view of passing trains. Our meal was delicious, and we were ready to get a taste of life on the water.
David led us along the maze of docks to a medium sized sailboat. While not huge, it was the largest watercraft that I had ever been on. After a bit of maneuvering, we were cruising the waters of Lake Pepin, joining hundreds of other boats with the same idea. A faint whistle sounded over the lake, and I looked back to see no train in Pepin. After a bit of searching, I realized that it was coming from across the lake, where the tracks of the Canadian Pacific Railroad ran at water level.
As we slowly drifted with the wind, David taught me the jargon of sailing. We would “tack” and “come about” (terms for adjusting the sails) as he taught me how to tie the ropes and gauge the wind. Soon, the beautiful day gave way to a dazzling sunset that sparkled on the water in every possible hue, fading softly into a night studded by innumerable stars. Now we drifted on an ocean of lights, the other boats visible only by their red and green bow and stern beacons. David handed me the wheel and sat back to talk with my mother.
So there I was, thirteen years old, master of the boat, gazing up at the endless night sky, while the mournful calls of train whistles echoed across the water. All my passions converged in one magic moment. For some, Pepin, Wisconsin may be just another small town, but for this young boy, it was as close to heaven as a place could possibly be.
He could have summed up his views in four words: "I am a NIMBY."I had to chuckle when I saw this letter to the editor in the paper.. He even wrote one in the Lake City paper.
Bravo to him, but I thought that buses are the most fuel efficient way to move people! This is confusing. I will need further research.A reply appeared in today's Star Tribune:
That roar in the river valley? That's the sound of progress.
Buses are not the most fuel efficient way to move people!Brova to him, but I thought that buses are the most fuel efficient way to move people! This is confusing. I will need further research.A reply appeared in today's Star Tribune:
That roar in the river valley? That's the sound of progress.
How come no one posts the caution prominently noted by DOE with the energy intensity tables?Buses are not the most fuel efficient way to move people!Brova to him, but I thought that buses are the most fuel efficient way to move people! This is confusing. I will need further research.A reply appeared in today's Star Tribune:
That roar in the river valley? That's the sound of progress.
Trains are!
Cars use 3,447 BTU's per passenger mile.
Personal trucks use 3,848 BTU's.
A bus uses 4,118 BTU's.
Amtrak 2,271 BTU's.
Using the DOE figures as absolutes to declare this mode is better than that mode is not supported by the people who collect and publish the data. Yet, everyone, including Amtrak themselves, plays the "we're the best" game.Great care should be taken when comparing modal energy intensity data among modes. Because of the inherent differences among the transportation modes in the nature of services, routes available, and many additional factors, it is not possible to obtain truly comparable national energy intensities among modes. These values are averages, and there is a great deal of variability even within a mode.
Hmm, well I remember that planes use 3,000-something BTUs, so how can a bus be the least efficient mode of transport when fuel comsumption tests and bus companies show differently.Buses are not the most fuel efficient way to move people!Brova to him, but I thought that buses are the most fuel efficient way to move people! This is confusing. I will need further research.A reply appeared in today's Star Tribune:
That roar in the river valley? That's the sound of progress.
Trains are!
Cars use 3,447 BTU's per passenger mile.
Personal trucks use 3,848 BTU's.
A bus uses 4,118 BTU's.
Amtrak 2,271 BTU's.
From the US DOE's Energy Handbook.
With the caveat noted by PRR, airplanes came in at 2,735.Hmm, well I remember that planes use 3,000-something BTUs, so how can a bus be the least efficient mode of transport when fuel comsumption tests and bus companies show differently.Buses are not the most fuel efficient way to move people!
Trains are!
Cars use 3,447 BTU's per passenger mile.
Personal trucks use 3,848 BTU's.
A bus uses 4,118 BTU's.
Amtrak 2,271 BTU's.
From the US DOE's Energy Handbook.
This is what got me confused: http://www.nrel.gov/docs/fy00osti/26758.pdf. Even the regular fueled buses seem "too efficient" to be the least efficient. BTW, 102DL3s are one of America's most common line-haul buses.
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