Extreme, eh? Alright. I'm far away enough from Connecticut. I can talk.
So, I was on my way to a local movie theater to catch a flick - It was Collateral. - and there were two ways to go in order to get from where I was to where I was going. One was the series of streets which would land me there, of course. The other...was the train tracks. Yeah, you see where this is going already.
Two tracks, coming and going. I'm walking along a place which is uhh...not suppose to be occupied by people ever, but it's a short-cut and nobody's watching anyway. So, you've got me, jacket, hat, music player, etc. going along and...say, that looks like a train coming. Not a NORMAL train, of course. Bullet train, coming in fast.
The normal and sensible thing to do is to move aside, well out of the way. The thing Jack did that day was kneel between the two sets of tracks while listening to music and holding onto the hat as the train whooshed by. Only could've gotten better if another train was going by the other way at the same time, but that didn't happen.
Highly invigorating for ME, running on a natural high about halfway into the movie later. And the best part is that I never incurred the wrath of anyone after the fact. The bullet train knew I'd been there, the conductor of the freight train coming the other way afterwards STARED at me. I never got so much as a stern talking to for the whole ordeal.
Now, talk to me about extreme, because at that point only surfer dudes are beating me here.
