Freights

Many moons ago, a group of us would skulk off to the freight yards and paint some cars. It was a bit of an easy set-up, because it seemed to us that no one really minded (as opposed to us painting a wall on the side of a freeway). These things seemed up for grabs. There was a cement plant along the coast that had dozens of these trains parked out by. It was basically picking a nice flat car, and spending a few hours painting.

Ot was the closest thing we had to a subway system, and that was the graffiti that all of us had been reared on.These rail cars would in fact ship concrete cross country, and every once in a while, a friend from Pennsylvania or Oregon would let us know that he saw our train car roll through town.