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There’s no way to actually win in a contest like that and you could never go head-to-head with the trains. This was more about just trying to stay ahead and that’s something completely different. When they set off and they’re just chugging out of the gate, those trains look slow and heavy and it seems like it should be easy to stay out front, especially when you’re working with such a big head start. It doesn’t work like that though. The trains pick up their momentum on the way down into the tunnel. They used to say that once you were in there running, if you ever heard the train coming up from behind, or if you even just caught the sound of that first echo, then that meant you had something like three minutes before it caught up and pulled you under. The other thing they always talked about was the light. They said that if the light ever touched you, if that big glare of the freighter ever landed right on you, then that was supposed to be the end. By that time the rig would be going too fast and even if he saw you the engineer wouldn’t have time to shut everything down and stop. That’s what happened to the kid who lost his arm and leg. By the time they radioed and got the paramedics and the stretchers all the way down there, the kid nearly bled to death in the dark. Then they had to go searching for his missing limbs and I guess they found one on the track and the other one, I think it was the leg, caught up underneath the train. Even after all that, he somehow pulled through.
    Nothing ever happened to me. I must have run the tunnel half a dozen times, but I never heard or saw the train and the only thing that ever pushed me along was the need to get out. It just kept you going faster than you thought you could go and it kept you rolling right up until you felt the ground leaning up again, climbing out. In the dark, just that little shift in the angle of the earth under your feet would be enough to tell you that you were getting closer and you’d probably make it.
    The worst time was the last time. It was my turn to go first and when I came through I was so messed up I knew I would never do it again. As soon as I made it out, I kind of collapsed off to the side, just one step beyond the tunnel. I must have fallen two or three times in there and I had a pretty nasty gash oozing down the front of my shin. I don’t know why, but when I got out, I started throwing up and I couldn’t make it stop. I thought I might pass out because I couldn’t get a clean breath and my stomach was kind of convulsing and dry-heaving. My vision went all blurry and I couldn’t see anything.
    I was laying there in the scrub grass beside the tunnel, kind of curled up in the fetal position when I heard it – that long slow regular blast of the train. Usually Burner and I left a five minute gap between the first guy and the next guy and I was sure that much time had already passed. When I heard the horn again, I knew I’d been waiting too long. There was nothing I could do so I just pulled myself up and tried to peek around the corner of the concrete as best I could. I kept staring down into the dark and I was shaking and shivering now because I was so scared and the sweat was turning cold on my skin. I wasn’t sure if I should try and find some official person and tell them to radio in and watch for Burner, but there was no one around. I was actually hoping that he’d been caught on the other side, or that he’d chickened out, or come to his senses. I didn’t want to think about the other possibility but it still came flashing into my head. For one second I imagined how even at top speed, there would still have to be this one moment, just before the full impact, when Burner would feel only the beginning of it, just that slight little nudge of cold metal pressing up against his skin.
    When I heard the sound of his feet banging on the gravel, coming closer, I thought I must