Unsafe at Any Speed: I Don’t Trust Florida’s Railroad — and Neither Should You

I don't trust the gates, the horns, the bells and anything else with that railroad.

I live in Florida. I cross those tracks. On foot. In a car. Almost daily. And let me tell you something:

I don’t care if the gate’s up. I don’t care if the lights are off. I don’t trust the railroad, and I sure as hell don’t trust the signals.

I’ve learned to look both ways. Twice. I don’t assume anything. Because this isn’t just a corridor — it’s Darwini…