Love the knife story. I got a steak knife in the dining car on the Zephyr that i could have butchered the cow with. Never occurred to me I could just cruise up to the engine cab, hijack the train and reroute it into , what, Harrah's? The Mormon Tabernacle? Love Amtrak. Security on boarding in Reno consisted of, "Hi, how you doin? Here's a bottle of water to take on board." Another hiker in the club car was opening his canned dinner with a Gerber multi that looked like he could rebuild the locomotive with it. Nobody died. Or even noticed.
