When I was very young, my Dad worked on the Railroad. Of my Dad's various occupations, I liked his job with the "Great Northern Railroad" the least... I couldn't go with him to work, but did go with him to pick up his paycheck. The engines were scary even sitting still... They growled, hissed randomly and their horns were unbearably loud, but worst of all, we had to go to the "RIP" track (Repair, Inspect and Prevent) to pick up his check... even the name was frightening!

SG