Posts Tagged ‘South Side Flats’
So many axles
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator had to hang about for around about a half hour on a pedestrian bridge over their tracks before Norfolk Southern’s #1181 thundered past the lens, here in the South Side Slopes section of Pittsburgh.
According to the AI at Google – ‘Norfolk Southern locomotive #1181 is a 2019 GE EMD SD70ACe model that was formerly a Progress Rail unit designated as “EMDX 7239”. It is one of the newer locomotives in the Norfolk Southern fleet and was converted to the #1181 number around 2019.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the pedestrian bridge I was standing on, one of several which provide pedestrian egress from the ‘Slopes’ section the ‘South Side Flats’ below. I’ve waved the camera about at this spot a few times, most recently in the post ‘Cage Match, baby.’
Also from Google’s AI, which is now offering up one of my shots in its results… grrr…
Overview
The Norfolk Southern (NS) tracks are located at the base of the South Side Slopes, spanning the area known as the “Flats”. Pedestrian bridges, like the one at S. 10th Street, were built to reconnect the Slopes and Flats after the railroad was established, providing a crucial link for residents to cross the tracks and access either side. These bridges are a response to the steep topography and the physical barrier of the active rail line.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
#1181 was hauling garbage and sewer solids, which – god help me – is something I knew just from looking at the type of containers loaded onto its rail cars. It was heading ‘towards Ohio.’ That bridge is part of the PJ McArdle roadway, as a note.
At any rate, got my NS train shot, so then I moved on and headed down to the South Side Flats area and over to the Sly Fox Brewery, where a bathroom visit and then a pint of beer awaited me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
CSX was unusually not busy on this particular day, and only one of their trains appeared while I was there.
It was #7211, which I’m told is a rebuilt GE CM44AC model locomotive. There you are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I ended up hanging out and chatting with somebody for a while, and after a couple of more beers, it was time to start heading back to Dormont. It gets dark about 4:30-5:00 p.m. out here, at the moment.
Night kind of snuck up on me, but to be fair – I was having a nice time and also drinking beers, so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On my way back to HQ, I noticed a tugboat navigating its way under the Liberty Bridge on the Monongahela River. One last shot.
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Plaustrum tonitrui
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This scuttle began on the top of that elevation pictured above, proceeded down Brosville Street in the South Side Slopes neighborhood to the Church Route Steps, and then my stinking carcass could be observed wiggling about on the level streets of the South Side Flats area, by any who cared to notice.
The goal for the day involved purposefully ‘leaning into it’ and propelling myself through space as quickly as possible, in an attempt to begin training my still gamey ankle back to a proper ‘average’ walking speed. I’ll be doing this all winter, I imagine.
Shall I burst back into the vernal season as a speedster then, clad in scarlet and adorned with flashes of lightning? No. That’s a comic book character called the Flash, and not the living embodiment of the phrase ‘remains of the day’ that your humble narrator has devolved into.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Spotted this cool car on my way through. One thought to himself that ‘this has to be the most masculine vehicle I’ve ever seen.’
Since I was in the ‘flats’ neighborhood, I decided to have a pint of beer for lunch at the Sly Fox Brewery, and also see if I couldn’t manage to capture a few train shots while I was there.
Hey, calorically and cholesterolically speaking, beer is a better choice than a burger. It’s hydrating too, and there’s also a toilet in that brewery.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I didn’t have to wait long, and CSX #2218 appeared, heading ‘towards Ohio’ from unknown points to the southeast. This particular locomotive has been mentioned before here, in ‘Road Slug, baby, Road Slug.’
I should mention that the ‘baby’ thing is part of a long running joke between Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself. It got started one night on a Working Harbor trip in NY Harbor back in the 2010’s, when she pointed out a passing vessel and asked if it was a dinner boat. I said ‘you definitely don’t want to eat there.’ ‘Sludge Boat, baby, Sludge Boat.’ It’s been a running joke ever since.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This post represents about a half hour’s worth of sitting around for the train shots in today’s post. As you may have discerned, I’m particularly fond of this location, and admittedly have been overshooting along these tracks in th least few months, but man – it’s practically a sure thing. Also, there’s beer and a toilet!
I had nothing like this at Newtown Creek. If I wanted a rail shot of anything other than a LIRR or Subway train, I had to go hang out under the Pulaski or Greenpoint Avenue Bridges, sometimes for hours. There was no pint of beer, and the toilet was… well, the toilet was actually everywhere. Everything under these bridges smelled like a mix of wet garbage, auto exhaust, and hot asphalt.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a point of view available above, on a long trestle built for trucks which overflies the tracks. In between train appearances I used the elevator (!) to head up top for a shot or three of these neato concrete trucks moving around the Bryan Materials Group campus.
If I wanted shots of concrete trucks back at Newtown Creek, that was pretty available and easy to get, but you also had to figure in being a bit sly about when and where you’d gather them lest you draw the attention of a certain self organizing group of Sicilian entrepreneurs down upon yourself.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After returning my pint glass, having only imbibed one ‘lunch beer,’ CSX #7258 next hurtled through the pass.
It’s a ‘GE CM44AC’ model locomotive. I always remind myself about safety when doing rail shots, as even a small mistake could be catastrophic. Famously, this is the sort of thing which I think ‘AI’ is pretty good at describing, so Google’s computer mind was queried and the response to ‘describe the physics involved if a GE_AC44C6M locomotive collided with a stationary human being, while at top speed’ follows:
A GE AC44C6M locomotive, which has a top speed of approximately 75 mph (121 km/h), possesses an enormous amount of kinetic energy and momentum due to its massive weight (around 140 metric tons or 312,000 lbs). A collision with a stationary human at this speed is a highly inelastic collision governed by Newton’s laws of motion and the conservation of momentum.
The Dynamics of the Collision
- Initial Contact: The collision occurs over a very short duration. The force exerted is immense due to the rapid change in the human’s velocity, from zero to some high velocity in a fraction of a second.
- Momentum Transfer: The human’s momentum changes dramatically, accelerating rapidly to a speed close to that of the train (though the human will likely be impacted and thrown, not “stick” to the front). The locomotive’s velocity, and thus its momentum, changes by a negligible amount because its mass is orders of magnitude larger.
- Energy Dissipation: The human body is not designed to withstand such massive forces and rapid acceleration. The applied forces are far beyond the structural integrity of the human skeleton and tissues. The energy is dissipated through the catastrophic failure of the body’s structure, including bone crushing and severe tissue damage.
- Outcome: The human is violently struck, resulting in instantaneous fatality with near-zero chance of survival. The body would likely be thrown a significant distance or, depending on the exact point of impact and design of the locomotive’s front (e.g., the snow plow or ‘cowcatcher’), may be caught and dragged or run over by the train cars.
The scale difference between the train and a person is so extreme that the collision is comparable to an ant being stepped on by an elephant—both are immensely larger than the ant, and the outcome for the ant is the same regardless of the exact mass difference. The locomotive continues with essentially no change in speed, while the human is subjected to fatal forces.
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Remains of a scuttle
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After traipsing all over Pittsburgh during a longish scuttle, your humble narrator found himself heading into more familiar territory along the Monongahela River. Another not so friendly to pedestrians route was chosen, this one paralleling a series of high speed roads which operate in a trench. Pictured above, in the distance, is a traffic machine called the ‘Fort Pitt Bridge.’
Every GPS navigation package you can think of directs all the traffic in Pittsburgh going to and from the South Hills region onto the Fort Pitt Bridge and tunnel. There are two other perfectly acceptable highway paths you can take out of the central section of Pittsburgh towards the South Hills, which deposit you in more or less the same area on the other side of Mount Washington, I’d mention. Saying that, all of the ‘maps’ apps just love sending traffic to that very congested bridge and tunnel.
The Fort Pitt bridge offers what I consider to be one of the worst traffic interchanges in the entire country. It’s an ‘X,’ and the thousands of cars and trucks an hour which cross it and enter that tunnel having to negotiate a diagonal merge in a surprisingly short interval.
As I’ve intoned earlier, the driving culture of Pittsburgh is absolute brutality, so this ain’t pretty.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Moving easterly, the mirror face of the PPG Plaza building caught my eye as it threw reflection of the burning thermonuclear eye of God itself around. Disdain for the memory of architect Philip Johnson blossomed in my mind.
The plan for the rest of the day involved heading over to familiar territory at the Sly Fox Brewery where I’d hopefully get to see a train go by.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Smithfield Street Bridge is a wonderful touchstone. The original bridge here was designed by John Roebling, and when it needed an upgrade they hired Gustav Lindenthal to do it. The bridge’s piers are original to the Roebling version, and the tension spring upper steel is Lindenthal’s.
Roebling, of course, designed and built the Brooklyn Bridge. Lindenthal is the mastermind behind the Queensboro Bridge. I quickened my stride.
I was heading for the brewery, after all, and was fairly thirsty by this point. I also needed to make ‘wee-wee.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A pint of lager in hand, and after a trip to the loo, one settled in and waited for the signal chimes to start ringing at Sly Fox Brewery. It took maybe twenty minutes of waiting before CSX #4749 exploded into view.
HEY NOW!
It’s a 2003 vintage ‘EMD SD70MAC.’ A 16 cylinder engine in the locomotive produces some 4,000 HP of thrust, and it is said to offer a top speed of 70 mph.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It had been a nice, long walk. Lots of ups and downs, long distances, and mostly flat. What was desired was attained, which was to do some shooting while subjecting my gamey ankle to a longish walk.
As you’re reading this, remember that exactly one year ago today I was still confined to a wheelchair, and experiencing ghastly amounts of pain. The injury was more than just orthopedic, as lots of soft tissue damage had occurred too. Suffice to say that I learned about a new one during this experience – pressure blisters. Felt like a burn, but under the cast.
I just can’t stop remembering that right about now. Trauma, yo.
Adding in that I was all doped up on opioid pain killers, this situation wasn’t at all pretty. All I could do, besides watching a Turk soap opera about the Ottomans, was dream about recovery, and getting back to doing…
…This…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As the saying goes: Life is what happens to you while you’re making other plans, right?
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Always heading nowhere
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Aimlessly wandering down Pittsburgh’s East Carson street with Our Lady of the Pentacle, in the south side flats area of Pittsburgh, where the ghostly outline of a former structure was spotted on the wall of an 1888 vintage merchant’s building. It made me want to deep dive a bit into the history thereof, but I stopped myself.
Sometime in the future, I’ll use my magnifying glass to study the historic building stock found along this corridor, its story, and learn about all the ‘once, long ago, used to be…’ but that’s not today.
The rest of the walk was uneventful, and then we headed back to HQ, where Moe the Dog awaited.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Separately, we were wandering around Pittsburgh’s Dormont during the evening of a different day, Dormont being where Newtown Pentacle HQ is currently found, and the T light rail suddenly exploded into view.
I cannot stop myself, so… HEY NOW!
Our Lady and myself were going out for dinner at a local burger joint, one which offers a fantastic happy hour menu if you sit at their bar. I had a bourbon/apple cider cocktail that ‘rocked the bells,’ alongside a double smash burger. Yum.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This shot, depicting the Sterling Street steps, which I returned to with Our Lady in tow (she’s caught the bug for exploring the steps), was shot in a manner that attempts to visually describe the PTSD symptoms I’ve been experiencing when traversing stairs, since breaking my ankle on a set of steps at home last year. It kind of looks like this to me, that moment when the blossom of terror opens.
Enough of all that personal terror and weakness, though, it was a beautiful day and that was the focal point.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One truly odd holdover from that experience is that due to all of the opioid pain killers that the Docs were feeding me after the surgery, my memory of this exact period (approx. September to November) from last year is extremely fragmented, or nonexistent. I’m missing about 5-6 weeks of time.
Constant agony, yes. That I remember.
I promise I’ll eventually stop talking about this. Don’t worry, something else that’s horrible or profound will happen to me and then that’ll be my new ‘thing’ to worry about. Sigh.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Our final set of stairs for the day were attained, and we returned to more or less flat ground at the bottom of the hill. The rest of our walk would be mundane, visiting shops and eating lunch, along the commercial corridor of East Carson Street in the South Side Flats section of Pittsburgh, which brings you back to the first photo and the end of the the last steps story.
It was nice having company for a scuttle, must say. I used to sell tickets in NYC to groups of people who wanted to walk around with me. Narrators need to narrate, occasionally.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Eventually, we found ourselves at the shoreline of the Monongahela River, nearby the Birmingham Bridge. It was time to head back to HQ again, and Moe the Dog. He’s sort of our constant, Moe.
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Roadslug, baby, roadslug
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey Now! This CSX train, #2218 specifically, bears a painted cognomen on its side that reads ‘Roadslug.’ I had to check with my ‘rail rabbi’ back in NYC to find out what that meant. His response follows:
“Sweet. Road slug is a locomotive without a prime mover. (No diesel engine to generate power) the electric motors on the locomotive revive power from the “mother.” The other locomotive attached to it. CSX road slugs have a cab for control and the fuel tank is piped to provide extra fuel for the mother unit.”
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The railfan rabbi continues:
“2218 used to be a GP35 class unit before it was de-engined. It was a cost effective way in the 1990’s to re-use outdated locomotives without needing to buy new locomotives.”
Now… my ‘rail rabbi’ pal… he just has this information floating in his head. That’s what a railfan is, and it’s the reason why I keep on pointing out that I’m not (as I don’t have anywhere this amount of knowledge on the subject) and ultimately – I just like taking pictures of trains.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There were only the two locomotive units on this one. They headed off, ‘towards Ohio’ and I finished my ‘luncheon beer’ at the Sly Fox Brewery. After returning my glass, and then ‘inspecting the porcelain’ again, I adjusted the camera straps and bag, and set off for the last leg of my scuttle.
The ankle was in fine fettle once again, after the 30 minute sit down. Yes, that’s how long it takes me to drink a pint. I’m a nurser.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Along the path, a T light rail was observed exiting the Panhandle Bridge after crossing the river, heading out in the direction of its terminal stop in the South Hills section. Soon, I’d be on a similar train set and heading back to HQ, where Our Lady of the Pentacle and Moe the Dog awaited my return.
I had quite a job ahead of me at home, roasting a pork loin for dinner.
The effort would yield lunch the next day, and a couple of days after that too. I actually had to give some of it away to a neighbor. Meat, in particular, has grown so expensive over the last ten months or so that I’m eschewing ‘cuts or chops’ in favor of large portioned items which are a couple of bucks less per pound.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Smithfield Street bridge was crossed. One last look back at the Monongahela River shoreline and the bike/ped trails which line it.
The last embers of this effort glowed dimly as I made my way to the T’s First Avenue Station on the so called ‘Golden Triangle.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While waiting for my ride back to HQ, couldn’t help but pop out a few shots of the Pittsburgh bound T rail sets crossing the river on the Panhandle Bridge.
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