Uneventful trip until we're approximately ten minutes south of Downtown Albuquerque. Sitting in the next to last coach car, I'm in the aisle seat next to an older gentlemen who lives in Windsor Canada, having emigrated from the United Kingdom. His name is Tucker and is an artist.
We're traveling along at nearly 50 mph and feel a thud. The train begins an immediate braking action, the industrial burning metal smell of brake pads pressing against the wheel discs saturate the air system of the train cabin.
With a pronounced English accent, Tucker very calmly says, "I think we hit a car."
"Excuse me," I respond as the train comes to a complete stop.
"I think we hit a car. I saw bunch of smoke or dust and a crumpled car spinning on the side."
Behind us, many of the passengers are clamoring on the left side of the train looking out the windows. We see a car carrier tractor-trailer truck and dump truck on the side of a parallel road. Looking further back we see two cars crumpled and the car carrier damaged on the rear. Minutes later, emergency vehicles arrive on the scene.
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