What happens if you throw a train into the toilet? Deadly number!!! What happens if you throw a crowbar into the toilet of a train at full speed? “There was a terrible roar”

This story happened to me at the moment when I had just started working on the railway. At that time I was still a very young “specialist” who saw only theory and did not know all the specifics of the work of railway workers. And, naturally, a lot of jokes happened that I’m even embarrassed to tell anyone.

At that time, among railway workers, namely track workers, there was a story (or not even a story, but a question for beginners) - what would happen if you throw a crowbar into the toilet of a train on full speed ahead? And newcomers like me remembered what they were taught at the institute, figuring out on the fly what could happen. What theories have not been put forward! Experienced workers quietly told horror stories from the series “The train went off the rails” and “The carriage was torn into three parts.” I understood that theoretically the toilet of the carriage should have been deformed, but to such an extent that the carriage had to be written off?!

And then one day, after some time, when my colleagues and I drank a little, someone asked the same question, most likely. But he thought he was joking, and we decided to test this issue in practice. We had at our disposal a flat section of track approximately 1.5 kilometers long, located on the territory of the depot. The section of the track was a spare one, not used for train traffic, that is, in the event of unforeseen situations, nothing particularly terrible would have happened. We also had a handcar with the same drunk driver, all that remained was to find an unused carriage. The carriage was quickly found on one of the sidings. Our entire delegation went to the dispatcher in order to agree on the details, since later questions could arise after some noise from the accelerating railcar. The dispatcher, although slightly drunk, did not agree to the experiment for a long time, so he had to use the “Bottle of Vodka” magic. Consent was obtained, but entirely under our responsibility, and if anything happens, the dispatcher is not involved.

And then it began. They hitched the rusty, dead carriage to the trolley and opened the toilet. They found a piece of reinforcement that was supposed to represent the notorious crowbar. Before leaving, we drank another 100 grams, for greater courage. It took a long time to decide who would lower the crowbar, no one agreed, because everyone, although they understood that their hands could be torn off. In the end, they decided to tie him up, and the person in the carriage, at the command of the driver, would pull the string. Since I was the youngest employee, they chose me.

I drank another 100 grams so that I wouldn’t be afraid at all. I made an ingenious structure with a toilet, a rope and fittings, for reliability I stretched the rope all the way to the last compartment and began to wait for the driver’s command on the radio. The carriage moved slowly... Time passed very slowly for me, it seemed that the trolley took half an hour to accelerate. And at some point I heard the driver’s voice on the radio - “Ready! Three, two, one... Drop it!” I pulled the rope forcefully and, probably, the entire depot and the entire station heard THIS sound. It was a dull thud followed by a grinding sound, it felt like a meteorite had crashed into the Earth. The car rocked a little, but it held firm. I still couldn’t resist and fell to the floor, as the driver suddenly braked. After the train came to a complete stop, I crawled on shaking legs to see what was left of the toilet.

At the same time, the rest of the experiment participants came to the toilet with me. I don’t know, maybe it was because the carriage was rusty, or maybe that’s how it should be - but the toilet was noticeably distorted. The crowbar apparently fell out of the carriage. We went out and started looking for fittings. A bent piece of metal lay slightly to the side of the rails. But there were noticeable “scratches” on the concrete sleepers, as if someone had tried to break them with a sledgehammer.

We threw the fittings outside the depot, drove the car back to where we got it, and covered the sleepers with cement and covered them with grass. Luckily, no one asked about the sound.

So, friends, who else is interested in the answer to this burning question, I ask you - do not repeat this experiment, since the result will depend on the length of the crowbar... (listen to Demur’s commentary on this matter - watch the FULL video)

Video - Demura. What happens if you throw a crowbar into a train toilet at full speed?

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.
- 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. 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.

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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.

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 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 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 at full speed!!!

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. 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

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?

Video - Demura. What happens if you throw a crowbar into a train toilet at full speed?

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