Jump forward several years and I was living in another city in another state and obviously with a new group of friends. Freight trains used to pass through the city and very low speeds. Most of these trains were very long and usually had a handful or more of empty box cars on them, with the doors open. We would hop in them, along with out bikes for a quick and easy, albeit dangerous way to get across town. Really surprised no one ever got seriously hurt or killed Although at least one bike tire & wheel were not so lucky
One day I remember two of us we were going to go to another friends who lived about 2 miles south of town. Luckily there was a train passing through town, headed south! What luck we thought! So we hopped it, with the intent of getting off about a mile later, before it was at a speed to fast to jump from as it accelerated into farm lands. We were bs'ing and just screwing around and before we knew it that jump point was long gone and the train was hauling-***!!! When it finally started slowing again, we jumped off and eventually figured out that we were in the next heavily populated city... about 50 or so miles south of home! Having no way to get back, we had no choice but to call one of our moms. A tense couple rounds of Rock Paper Scissors resulted in a "win" for me, so Travis reluctantly placed a collect call to his house. Lucky for us his mom was not home but her boyfriend was. He drove down and picked us up and in exchange (aka blackmail) for not telling our moms, we had to do a bunch of crap for him for the rest of the summer. Apparently he even told Travis's mom that the collect call on the bill was from his brother... as far as I know, neither of our moms ever found out what we really did that day!
So did we learn from that? Come on seriously? We were in 5th grade and continued doing it through middle school too!