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Disrespecting the Dash 9
Tyrone was one of many GE dash 9s that worked on the vast expansion of railroads across America. Though his class is quite a common sight, his life, and the lives of the engines that haul freight across the states, was far from boring.
He often pulled trains with a few of his brothers through cities and countryside, enjoying the scenery that he would pass by while chatting with his brothers throughout the many long journeys he went on. Today, however, Tyrone was hauling a line of empty autoracks by himself. As he went through one of the many towns along his route, he noticed a railfan standing on the side of the tracks. Tyrone normally didn't mind railfans, that is, as long as they weren't being stupid and standing too close to the tracks.
Seeing that the man was a safe distance from the tracks, Tyrone smiled as he approached. However, his smile quickly faded as he heard the words that came out of the man's mouth as he rolled by:
"Another trash-9…" The man spoke unenthusiastically and with more than a hint of disgust in his voice. At that, Tyrone managed to override his driver's control and braked hard, slowing to a stop a few hundred yards down the line. Then, without warning, he slowly reversed until he was right next to the man that was filming him. Giving the man a dirty look, he said: "Aw, HELL naw! What the fuck did you just call me?! MothaFUCKA!"
Taken aback, the railfan took a step back. He certainly hadn't expected to be accosted by the engine he was filming.
"Did you just call me a mothafuckin' trash 9?!" Tyrone said, glaring daggers at the man with the camera.
His driver leaned out of the cab window, shaking his head at the behavior of the locomotive he was driving. "C'mon Tyrone, we've got a train to pull," he said.
"Man, to hell with my mothafuckin' train! This mothafucka just called me a mothafuckin' trash 9! A TRASH 9! Ain't nobody calls ME no damn trash 9!" Tyrone ranted.
The stunned railfan slowly backed away from the angry engine. Looking over, Tyrone saw this and shouted, "OH I see! Well go on then, BITCH! Run away like the lil bitch you are! Bitch ass mothafucka!"
"C'mon Tyrone…Let's go," His driver said with a sigh. Finally, Tyrone started moving forward, but not without having the last word. "Man fuck you! Trash 9! Stupid mothafucka!"
Later that night, Tyrone returned to the sheds where he and his brothers and co-workers slept. There, the other engines were all laughing at something.
"Man, what's so damn funny?" Tyrone said as he backed into his berth.
"You on YouTube, homie!" another dash 9 spoke.
Tyrone then saw that one of the drivers was holding up a tablet and showing everyone a video titled "Salty Dash 9 loses his shit". Tyrone's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed red as he saw himself on the screen, cussing out that same railfan from earlier. Needless to say, he was quite embarrassed that his outburst had been uploaded to the internet!