This question, once raised, worried many. At first, together with a familiar railroad worker, Yevgeny Bargin, we hunted stories about this and laughed merrily during the feast at the amazed guests. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. That something will really happen ... 
So, we went on a side track. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for accelerating the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the emblem of the USSR on board. A no less antique shunting diesel locomotive was used as a locomotive. I would like, of course, to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - he had an hour before dispatch 
So, the driver Stepanenko climbed into the locomotive's cabin. Eugene and I settled down comfortably in the outhouse of the attached compartment car. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually translated both arrows leading to the straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding 
- What, let's have a drink before the flight? - he asked, with might and main sipping moonshine.
A drunken conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when the driver and the driver took alcohol, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Raphael Stepanenko started the engine. The train started moving so that slipping discs screeched. The shunting diesel locomotive was able to accelerate only up to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations there were all one hundred and forty 
- Well ... With God !!! - Eugene crossed himself, laying a shovel handle in the dalnyak and pressing the pedal.
There was a crackling sound. The handler bent over from a blow to the leg with a pedal. Something rumbled under the floor and died away.
- Carried, - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said the delighted and entered the role of the great tester Bargin. - Our deadly number! Throwing scrap into the toilet of a train at full speed !!!
I left the toilet and stood in the opening of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar into 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, pumped, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads screeched and the train began to stop. My legs ached because from below I received methodical blows from the bouncing carriage. Bargin was swearing all this time, holding on to the table in the compartment 
- It turned out! I yelled as the death train finally stopped.
- Damn it, we could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, naturalists, are they alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When we examined the toilet, we found that the toilet was cracked, a pair of lugs broke, the rest were turned out with bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us at the exit from the car. One wheel rim on the rear platform was deformed, the adjacent wheel was not in place at all, only a hanging alternator belt was sticking out 
Several concrete sleepers had crumbled, and 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 amounted to one million rubles. But the proceedings did not take place. All of us together, together, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails, returned the emergency car to a dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been in operation for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. The scrap, by the way, was never found 
So I became curious and I decided to get to the bottom of the truth, returning yesterday from another trip to Russia.
I'm just sure that people with a fine mental organization shouldn't look under the cut of this review.
Surely you once asked a similar question, well, at least according to the statistics of Yandex queries, 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 myself on the Internet, but the story is very close to the truth:
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At first, we, together with a familiar railroad worker, Eugene, hunted stories about this and laughed merrily during the feast at the amazed guests. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. That something really happens ...
So, we went on a side track. They did not dare to set up experiments near the station, but at the junction they found a good flat area for accelerating the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the emblem of the USSR on board. A no less antique shunting diesel locomotive was used as a locomotive. I would like, of course, to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - he had an hour before dispatch.
So, the driver climbed into the locomotive's cabin. Eugene and I settled down comfortably in the outhouse of the attached compartment car. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually translated both switches leading to the straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
- What, let's have a drink before the flight? - he asked, with might and main sipping moonshine.
A drunken conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when the driver and the driver took alcohol, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
The driver started the engine. The train started moving so that slipping discs screeched. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only up to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
- Well.. . With God!! ! - Eugene crossed himself, laying a shovel handle in the dalnyak and pressing the pedal.
There was a crackling sound. The handler bent over from a blow to the leg with a pedal. Something rumbled under the floor and died away.
- Carried, - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said the delighted and entered the role of the great tester Eugene.
Our deadly number! Throwing crowbar into the toilet of a train at full speed !! !
I left the toilet and stood in the opening of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar into 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, pumped, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads screeched and the train began to stop. My legs ached because from below I received methodical blows from the bouncing carriage. Eugene all this time swore fiercely, holding on to the table in the compartment.
- Got it !! ! I shouted when the death train finally stopped.
- Damn it, we could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, naturalists, are they alive? - asked the brave driver, getting into the vestibule.
When we examined the toilet, we found that the toilet was cracked, a pair of fastening ears broke, the rest were turned out with bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us at the exit from the car. One wheel rim on the rear platform was deformed, the adjacent wheel was not in place at all, only a hanging alternator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers had crumbled, and 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 amounted to one million rubles. But the proceedings did not take place. All of us together, together, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails, returned the emergency car to a dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been in operation for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. The scrap, by the way, was never found. "
So, when yesterday I looked into the toilet bowl of an electric train, I found that it works according to a completely different technology, one to one, like on an airplane. And at its very bottom, a divider is installed so that curious passengers do not even have the opportunity to repeat this experiment.
I even made a video.
And what other questions from the series "what will happen if" remained unanswered for you?
This question, once raised, worried many. At first, together with a familiar railroad worker, Yevgeny Bargin, we hunted stories about this and laughed merrily during the feast at the amazed guests. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. That something will really happen ...
So, we went on a side track. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for accelerating the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the emblem of the USSR on board. A no less antique shunting diesel locomotive was used as a locomotive. I would like, of course, to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - he had an hour before dispatch.
So, the driver Stepanenko climbed into the locomotive's cabin. Eugene and I settled down comfortably in the outhouse of the attached compartment car. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually translated both switches leading to the straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
- What, let's have a drink before the flight? - he asked, with might and main sipping moonshine.
A drunken conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when the driver and the driver took alcohol, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Raphael Stepanenko started the engine. The train started moving so that slipping discs screeched. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only up to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
- Well ... With God !!! - Eugene crossed himself, laying a shovel handle in the dalnyak and pressing the pedal.
There was a crackling sound. The handler bent over from a blow to the leg with a pedal. Something rumbled under the floor and died away.
- Carried, - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
- And now! - said the delighted and entered the role of the great tester Bargin. - Our deadly number! Throwing scrap into the toilet of a train at full speed !!!
I left the toilet and stood in the opening of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar into 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, pumped, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads screeched and the train began to stop. My legs ached because from below I received methodical blows from the bouncing carriage. Bargin was swearing all this time, holding on to the table in the compartment.
- It turned out! I yelled as the death train finally stopped.
- Damn it, we could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
- Well, naturalists, are they alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When we examined the toilet, we found that the toilet was cracked, a pair of lugs broke, the rest were turned out with bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us at the exit from the car. One wheel rim on the rear platform was deformed, the adjacent wheel was not in place at all, only a hanging alternator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers had crumbled, and 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 amounted to one million rubles. But the proceedings did not take place. All of us together, together, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails, returned the emergency car to a dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been in operation for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. The scrap, by the way, was never found.
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This question, once raised, worried many. At first, together with a familiar railroad worker, Yevgeny Bargin, we hunted stories about this and laughed merrily during the feast at the amazed guests. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. That something will really happen ...
So, we went on a side track. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for accelerating the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the emblem of the USSR on board. A no less antique shunting diesel locomotive was used as a locomotive. I would like, of course, to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - he had an hour before dispatch.
So, the driver Stepanenko climbed into the locomotive's cabin. Eugene and I settled down comfortably in the outhouse of the attached compartment car. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually translated both switches leading to the straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
Shall we have a drink before the flight? - he asked, with might and main sipping moonshine.
A drunken conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when the driver and the driver took alcohol, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Raphael Stepanenko started the engine. The train started moving so that slipping discs screeched. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only up to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
Well ... With God !!! - Eugene crossed himself, laying a shovel handle in the dalnyak and pressing the pedal.
There was a crackling sound. The handler bent over from a blow to the leg with a pedal. Something rumbled under the floor and died away.
Carried away - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
And now! - said the delighted and entered the role of the great tester Bargin. - Our deadly number! Throwing scrap into the toilet of a train at full speed !!!
I left the toilet and stood in the opening of one of the compartments. Zhenek put the crowbar into 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, pumped, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads screeched and the train began to stop. My legs ached because from below I received methodical blows from the bouncing carriage. Bargin was swearing all this time, holding on to the table in the compartment.
No problem !!! I yelled as the death train finally stopped.
Damn it, we could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
Well, are the naturalists alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When we examined the toilet, we found that the toilet was cracked, a pair of fastening ears broke, the rest were turned out with bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us at the exit from the car. One wheel rim on the rear platform was deformed, the adjacent wheel was not in place at all, only a hanging alternator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers had crumbled, and 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 amounted to one million rubles. But the proceedings did not take place. All of us together, together, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails, returned the emergency car to a dead end. Generally speaking, it had not been in operation for at least ten years, so no one cared about its malfunction. The scrap, by the way, was never found.
What happens if you throw a crowbar into the toilet bowl of a train at full speed?
A question raised once worried many.
At first, together with a familiar railroad worker, Yevgeny Bargin, we hunted stories about this and laughed merrily during the feast at the amazed guests. Then someone seriously reproached him for his unscientific approach, and they needed proof that something terrible would happen. That something will really happen ...
So, we went on a side track. They did not dare to conduct experiments near the station, but at the Toplyaki junction they found a good flat area for accelerating the train, and the actual object of the experiment - an ancient compartment car for 36 seats, with the emblem of the USSR on board. A no less antique shunting diesel locomotive was used as a locomotive. I would like, of course, to assemble a more powerful train, but they did not unhook the pusher from the freight train - he had an hour before dispatch.
So, the driver Stepanenko climbed into the locomotive's cabin. Eugene and I settled down comfortably in the outhouse of the attached compartment car. We prepared a piece of pipe, a crowbar and a shovel handle to throw it all into the toilet. Zhenya manually translated both arrows leading to the straight section and connecting the tracks with the next large siding.
- What, let's have a drink before the flight? - he asked, with might and main sipping moonshine
A drunken conductor, in principle, is not as dangerous as a drunk driver, but when the driver and the driver took alcohol, I felt creepy, and I also drank a glass.
Raphael Stepanenko started the engine. The train started moving so that slipping discs screeched. The shunting diesel locomotive managed to accelerate only up to seventy kilometers per hour, although according to subjective sensations it was all one hundred and forty.
Well ... With God !!! - Eugene crossed himself, laying a shovel handle in the dalnyak and pressing the pedal.
There was a crackling sound. The handler bent over from a blow to the leg with a pedal. Something rumbled under the floor and died away.
Carried away - I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waited for the worst.
And now! - said the delighted and entered the role of the great tester Bargin. - Our deadly number! Throwing scrap into the toilet of a train at full speed !!!
I left the toilet and stood in the opening of one of the compartments. Zhenyok put the crowbar into 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, pumped, the floors cracked, everything rattled and vibrated. The brake pads screeched and the train began to stop. My legs ached because from below I received methodical blows from the bouncing carriage. Bargin all this time swore fiercely, holding on to the table in the compartment.
It worked out !!! I shouted as the death train finally stopped.
Damn it, we could have gone downhill! - Zhenya finally sobered up.
Well, are the naturalists alive? - asked the brave Rafail Stepanenko, getting into the vestibule.
When we examined the toilet, we found that the toilet was cracked, a pair of fastening ears broke, the rest were turned out with bolts. The pedal fell out of the crevice and lay bent nearby.
But the most important surprise awaited us at the exit from the car. One wheel disk on the rear platform was deformed, the neighboring wheel was not in place at all, only the hanging alternator belt was sticking out.
Several concrete sleepers had crumbled, and 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 amounted to one million rubles. But the proceedings did not take place. All of us together, together, covered the sleepers with cement mortar, tightened the rails, returned the emergency car to a dead end. Generally speaking, he's been ten years old (at least)was not operated, so no one cared about its malfunction.
The scrap, by the way, was never found.
It's not worth repeating, as you can see, the consequences are already known ..
(from internet)
