Re: The thrill of flushing at speed

When I was in Boy Scouts, we rode on the Santa Fe from LAUPT to Philmont Ranch in New Mexico, and being boys we would hold off our flush until we came to a grade crossing. There was one guy at the toilet manning the foot pedal, a spotter in the restroom looking out the window ahead for a grade crossing to flush at. When we got close, the spotter would count down 3...2...1...FLUSH! and we would bomb the road crossing the tracks. The rest of us were a couple of cars down looking out the windows at the reaction of the people in the cars waiting for the train.

Hey, we were kids.....