In my experience on UP, RMCC is VERY fast to get things slowed down when there is a report of a trespasser.
Wrong~ I about hit a big 2 ton commercial truck carrying compressed gas cylinders at a county road crossing one day. After he cuts in front of us, he hangs a left and travels on down the highway we are paralleling- going the same direction.
I just happened to have their (RMCC) phone number in my phone, and dialed it. Didn't bother with ringing the dispatcher. Thought I'd go right to the top of the pile.
I am all excited and proceed to tell her we just about T-boned this ignernt mortar forker at the grade crossing. She is non-chalant and has me go thru all this spiel about my employee number, what milepost we are at, blah blah blah....
I say "Listen, this is the company name on the side of the truck doors, the town named on the door, and it is a big red truck with lots of gas cylinders in the back, he is right beside me going down the highway heading for this certain town which the tracks go right thru, so call the frickin cops up there at the town he is headed for and have them stop him.
She says "OK, I will let the proper authorities know" and I'm thinkin nothing is going to happen. Well, we travel on down the pike a bit and 5 miles later we are going thru this little town, and there is that big red truck pulled in at the little gas station-right on the highway- and the guy is getting out going in the front door.
I call RMCC back- get a different girl, don't ya know- explain myself all over again- and tell her that the offender is stopped right there in that town- has the other gal gotten the cops lined up to catch this guy...... If they hurry they can catch him before he leaves. "Well, I have your information and I will get it to the proper people and get something going" is what she tells me.
So, I tell her to call me back with any news, cause I figure I may have to sign some statement or something to that effect.
My trip along the highway ends in about 10 miles from that little town, where the track veers off into a power plant where I am going to unload coal. That also happens to be the intersection of the tracks, and 2 major highways, and after that the highway heads on into a big city.
So, I've got the air set to slow my train down, coasting down the main line ready to pull into the power plant loop at 5 mph, when what do I spot rolling down the highway alongside me but that big red truck. I get right back on the cell phone and crank up RMCC and excitedly yell at this fool that this offender is pulling right along next to me on the highway, headed thru this town which has loads of cops always out radaring the busy stretch of highway, and this is their last chance to nab him before he gets into the next metropolis 40 miles down the pike. Same reply~ we're trying.
I waited an hour after all this and called them back to see if they ever got a report of anyone catching that guy. No.........What a waste of time. They are too disconnected from us out here to do any good.
I have all the cops and sheriffs office phone numbers for all the citys and countys I travel thru written down for just this reason. I don't bother with RMCC= I just call the cops myself.
The worst part of calling the cops yourself is trying to explain where you are, exactly, when you are reporting something. Mileposts mean nothing to them!
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Here is a PS I just remembered about this: When I got home from that trip, I got on the internet and googled the company name that was painted on the truck, and FOUND IT. They do oil well servicing. It was in the correct town, so I called the phone number listed there on their site. I messed up and when I first asked them questions, I prefaced them with the story I wrote above, about the near miss, and that they ought have a word with that yokel and ream him out. Office girl gets all defensive, then proceeds to tell me that they don't have any trucks up in that part of the country.
I repond with "You are a frickin liar- I about hit this clod in one of your trucks, and if he had been a little slower I would have paint chips off your truck to mail to you too prove it!" That got me no where, but a little satisfaction in knowing that someone more than likely got their ass chewed.