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This question, once raised, bothered many. At first, my friend, the railway worker Evgeniy Bargin, and I told stories about this and laughed merrily at the amazed guests during the feast. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. Something will really happen...
So, we went to the siding. They didn’t dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for dispersing the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the coat of arms of the USSR on board. An equally antique diesel shunting locomotive was used as the locomotive. Of course, I would have liked to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - it had an hour left before departure.
So, driver Stepanenko climbed into the cabin of the diesel locomotive. Evgeniy and I sat comfortably in the toilet of the attached compartment carriage. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually moved both arrows leading to a straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
What, should we drink before the flight? - he asked, sipping moonshine with all his might.
A drunk conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when alcohol and the driver took over, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Rafail Stepanenko started the engine. The train moved so loudly that the slipping discs began to grind. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only to seventy kilometers per hour, although subjective feelings there were all one hundred and forty.
Well... With God!!! - Evgeniy crossed himself, placing a shovel handle into the distance and pressing the pedal.
There was a crash. The conductor bent over when the pedal hit his leg. Something rumbled under the floor and went silent.
It passed, - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
And now! - said Bargin, delighted and taking on the role of the great tester. - Our deadly number! Throwing a crowbar into a train toilet on full speed ahead!!!
I left the toilet and stood in the doorway of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar in the toilet and went to the toilet door. Now, instead of pressing the pedal, he hit it with a piece of pipe...
There was a terrible thunder, as if several dozen cars collided with each other at full speed. The car shook, rocked, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads squealed and the train began to stop. My legs hurt because I was receiving methodical blows from the bouncing carriage from below. Bargin swore violently all this time, holding onto a table in the compartment.
It worked out!!! - I screamed when the death train finally stopped.
Holy shit, they could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
Well, are the naturalists alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When inspecting the toilet, we discovered that the toilet bowl had split, a couple of mounting lugs had broken, and the rest had been torn out with their bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us when leaving the carriage. One wheel on the rear platform was deformed, the one next to it was not in place at all, only the hanging generator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers were crumbled, the rails on the side where the deformed wheel had passed looked like a giant file - all with notches and potholes. Total amount of damage caused railway, amounted to a million rubles. But the trial did not take place. We, all together, in unison, covered the sleepers cement mortar, the rails were tightened, the emergency carriage was returned to a dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been used for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. Loma, by the way, was never found.
So I became curious and decided to get to the bottom of the truth, returning yesterday from another trip to Russia.
I’m just sure that people with a delicate mental structure should not look under the cut of this review.
Surely you have asked a similar question at one time, well, at least according to Yandex query statistics, this is one of the most popular queries on the Internet, starting with the words “what will happen if”.
I don’t know how true this story is; I found it on the Internet, but the story is very close to the truth:
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At first, my friend Evgeniy, a railway worker, and I told stories about this and laughed merrily at the amazed guests during the feast. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. Something will really happen...
So, we went to the siding. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the siding they found a good flat area for dispersing the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car with 36 seats, with the coat of arms of the USSR on board. An equally antique diesel shunting locomotive was used as the locomotive. Of course, I would have liked to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - it had an hour left before departure.
So, the driver climbed into the cabin of the diesel locomotive. Evgeniy and I sat comfortably in the toilet of the attached compartment carriage. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually moved both arrows leading to a straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
- Shall we have a drink before the flight? - he asked, sipping moonshine with all his might.
A drunk conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when alcohol and the driver took over, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
The driver started the engine. The train moved so loudly that the slipping discs began to grind. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
- Well.. . With God blessing!! ! - Evgeniy crossed himself, placing a shovel handle into the long shot and pressing the pedal.
There was a crash. The conductor bent over when the pedal hit his leg. Something rumbled under the floor and went silent.
“It’s gone,” I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said Evgeniy, delighted and taking on the role of a great tester.
Our deadly number! Throwing a crowbar into a train toilet at full speed!! !
I left the toilet and stood in the doorway of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar in the toilet and went to the toilet door. Now, instead of pressing the pedal, he hit it with a piece of pipe...
There was a terrible thunder, as if several dozen cars collided with each other at full speed. The car shook, rocked, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads squealed and the train began to stop. My legs hurt because I was receiving methodical blows from the bouncing carriage from below. Evgeniy swore violently all this time, holding onto the table in the compartment.
- It turned out okay!! ! - I screamed when the death train finally stopped.
- Holy shit, they could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, natural scientists, are you alive? - asked the brave driver, getting into the vestibule.
When inspecting the toilet, we discovered that the toilet bowl had split, a couple of mounting lugs had broken, and the rest had been torn out with their bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us when leaving the carriage. One wheel on the rear platform was deformed, the one next to it was not in place at all, only the hanging generator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers were crumbled, the rails on the side where the deformed wheel had passed looked like a giant file - all with notches and potholes. The total amount of damage caused to the railway was one million rubles. But the trial did not take place. We, all together, in unison, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails tighter, and returned the emergency car to the dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been used for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. By the way, Loma was never found.”
So, when yesterday I looked into the toilet of an electric train, I discovered that it was working using a completely different technology, just like in an airplane. And at the very bottom there is a divider installed so that curious passengers do not even have the opportunity to repeat this experiment.
I even made a video.
What other “what happens if” questions remain unanswered for you?
This question, once raised, bothered many. At first, my friend, the railway worker Evgeniy Bargin, and I told stories about this and laughed merrily at the amazed guests during the feast. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. Something will really happen...
So, we went to the siding. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for dispersing the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car with 36 seats, with the coat of arms of the USSR on board. An equally antique diesel shunting locomotive was used as the locomotive. Of course, I would have liked to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - it had an hour left before departure.
So, driver Stepanenko climbed into the cabin of the diesel locomotive. Evgeniy and I sat comfortably in the toilet of the attached compartment carriage. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually moved both arrows leading to a straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
- Shall we have a drink before the flight? - he asked, sipping moonshine with all his might.
A drunk conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when alcohol and the driver took over, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Rafail Stepanenko started the engine. The train moved so loudly that the slipping discs began to grind. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
- Well... With God!!! - Evgeniy crossed himself, placing a shovel handle into the distance and pressing the pedal.
There was a crash. The conductor bent over when the pedal hit his leg. Something rumbled under the floor and went silent.
“It’s gone,” I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said Bargin, delighted and taking on the role of the great tester. - Our deadly number! Throwing a crowbar into a train toilet at full speed!!!
I left the toilet and stood in the doorway of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar in the toilet and went to the toilet door. Now, instead of pressing the pedal, he hit it with a piece of pipe...
There was a terrible thunder, as if several dozen cars collided with each other at full speed. The car shook, rocked, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads squealed and the train began to stop. My legs hurt because I was receiving methodical blows from the bouncing carriage from below. Bargin swore violently all this time, holding onto a table in the compartment.
- It worked out!!! - I screamed when the death train finally stopped.
- Holy shit, they could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, natural scientists, are you alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When inspecting the toilet, we discovered that the toilet bowl had split, a couple of mounting lugs had broken, and the rest had been torn out with their bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us when leaving the carriage. One wheel on the rear platform was deformed, the one next to it was not in place at all, only the hanging generator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers were crumbled, the rails on the side where the deformed wheel had passed looked like a giant file - all with notches and potholes. The total amount of damage caused to the railway was one million rubles. But the trial did not take place. We, all together, in unison, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails tighter, and returned the emergency car to the dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been used for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. Loma, by the way, was never found.
This question, once raised, bothered many. At first, my friend, the railway worker Evgeniy Bargin, and I told stories about this and laughed merrily at the amazed guests during the feast. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. Something will really happen... 
So, we went to the siding. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for dispersing the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car with 36 seats, with the coat of arms of the USSR on board. An equally antique diesel shunting locomotive was used as the locomotive. Of course, I would have liked to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - it had an hour left before departure 
So, driver Stepanenko climbed into the cabin of the diesel locomotive. Evgeniy and I sat comfortably in the toilet of the attached compartment carriage. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually moved both arrows leading to a straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding 
— Shall we have a drink before the flight? - he asked, sipping his moonshine with all his might.
A drunk conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when alcohol and the driver took over, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Rafail Stepanenko started the engine. The train moved so loudly that the slipping discs began to grind. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty 
- Well... With God!!! - Evgeny crossed himself, placing a shovel handle into the distance and pressing the pedal.
There was a crash. The conductor bent over when the pedal hit his leg. Something rumbled under the floor and went silent.
“It’s gone,” I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said Bargin, delighted and taking on the role of the great tester. - Our deadly number! Throwing a crowbar into a train toilet at full speed!!!
I left the toilet and stood in the doorway of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar in the toilet and went to the toilet door. Now, instead of pressing the pedal, he hit it with a piece of pipe... 
There was a terrible thunder, as if several dozen cars collided with each other at full speed. The car shook, rocked, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads squealed and the train began to stop. My legs hurt because I was receiving methodical blows from the bouncing carriage from below. Bargin swore violently all this time, holding onto a table in the compartment. 
- It worked out!!! - I screamed when the death train finally stopped.
- Holy shit, they could have gone downhill! — Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, natural scientists, are you alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When inspecting the toilet, we discovered that the toilet bowl had split, a couple of mounting lugs had broken, and the rest had been torn out with their bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us when leaving the carriage. One wheel on the rear platform was deformed, the one next to it was not in place at all, only the hanging alternator belt was sticking out 
Several concrete sleepers were crumbled, the rails on the side where the deformed wheel had passed looked like a giant file - all with notches and potholes. The total amount of damage caused to the railway was one million rubles. But the trial did not take place. We, all together, in unison, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails tighter, and returned the emergency car to the dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been used for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. Loma, by the way, was never found 
This story began in 2007. Then in one of the LiveJournal communities a question was asked that completely reads like this: “What will happen if you throw a crowbar into the toilet of a train at full speed?” It was asked around June-July, and by the end of the year it became such a popular question that it became a leader in the most popular search engines Yandex and Google among other queries. Although older people claim that this question arose even during the USSR, and all because in the toilet of the train one could often see a crowbar and for some reason some people had a desire to throw it into the toilet.
Assumptions
- There are many versions on this matter, but immediately take into account the fact that all these are just assumptions. So here's what people think and say:
- Nothing will happen. The crowbar will simply fall on the sleepers, and the train will continue along the intended path.
- The crowbar will pop back and may bend.
- The toilet will split into many small pieces, so much so that you won’t be able to relieve yourself in it the rest of the way.
- If the scrap gets into part of the rolling stock, then the train will probably simply go off the rails and a real catastrophe will occur with the loss of human lives.
- Nothing will happen to the crowbar, since it is made of too strong a metal.
- The crowbar can puncture the brake line, which in turn will lead to a train stop for several hours.
- Nothing will happen, because there is not an ordinary hole in the toilet at all, but a so-called knee. This was done precisely for the purpose of protection from various clever people.
"Real story
And we discovered this story on the Internet. We don’t know how real it is, but it doesn’t sound entirely believable.
So we have two main characters. Let's call them Lech and Borya. At that time, both worked on the railway as drivers. The question of what would happen to the crowbar was asked by their friends a thousand times and each time they laughed it off. And then one day our characters decided to conduct an experiment to understand what would happen and whether it would happen at all?
To do this, Lech and Borya went to the sidings, where there was an ancient decommissioned passenger car. It was decided to use a diesel locomotive as a pusher. Of course, it was decided to place the experiment further away from the station - you never know?..
One of the characters climbs into the cabin of the diesel locomotive, and the second goes into the carriage to the toilet. The guys prepared in advance a shovel handle, a crowbar and a piece metal pipe. After a slight acceleration, it was decided to start the experiment. First, a shovel handle flew into the pipe. At first something rumbled somewhere under the carriage, after which the noise stopped. Our heroes breathed a sigh of relief.
Now it has come through the scrap. Lekha stood up in the opening of one of the compartments, while Borya put a crowbar in the toilet and hit the pedal with a piece of pipe... The speed of the train at that time was approximately 70 kilometers per hour. There was such a thunder as if there had been an accident involving several dozen cars! There was a terrible noise around the carriage; everything was vibrating, crackling and shaking. A few seconds later, the train slowly began to stop... By the way, Borya had managed to retreat from the toilet by that moment.
When there was a complete stop, it was decided to inspect the toilet stall. As it turned out, the pedal fell out of its groove, the toilet split into several parts, and the bolts that held it in place were torn off. However, this was one of the least of the troubles. As soon as we left the carriage, our experimenters discovered that one thing was missing rim, the other turned out to be bent, the rails were not deformed, but began to resemble a huge file due to large quantity notches. Several sleepers were also damaged. As for the scrap, for some reason it was not possible to find it.
Once again we repeat, we don’t know if it’s real this story, however, we do not advise you to repeat the above under any circumstances, as this may result in big problems for you.
