We used to do some crazy stuff in Glamis. We has this thing called night train, where we'd lie down as close to the track and let it buzz over our heads as it went by. Some guys got so close, they'd rest their heads on the wooden slats. We stopped doing it when one guy got hit with something a car was dragging. Luckily he saw it coming and only took a hit to the back and ended up with a big bruise. Just one of the stupid things done after drinking by the fire all night.