Respect those who are near you.

I read here the story for last Saturday about a motorcycle that went into the river.
On this occasion, I remembered the story of a neighbor in the house of uncle Gena, now a retired, and in the mid-1990s - a mechanic of a suburban electric car.

At one of the stops, two drunken young men aged 18 enter the first wagon. They don’t come alone with motorcycles. For a while, drinking beer, pretending, like no one is disturbed. When they had finished their beer and talk topics, they came up with a new entertainment.
They began to be "measured by pipes" - they took their motorcycles, gas, find out who the motor is louder. A full car of smoke, a few passengers in the evening passed into the neighboring car. Even in the cabin of the locomotive brigade was no breath. The assistant engineer, a guy not much older than these "shumahers", goes out to the tamper.
You guys, you motorcycles are silent, you are not alone here.
Are you CHO? The main thing was found? Your job is to press the levers and
announce stops, so go and work, do not prevent the boys from resting!
I will call the police now, you will sit for fifteen days.
The hooliganism.
- Go, call at least three times, we are still at the next stop.
We go out, these goats will not even have time to get in the car, and we are on our own.
"Delta" will be in the neighboring village, we have cylinders of 80 cubes.
Do you hear how they scream? {hereafter follows the rush of the gas pipe and the cloud of edible smoke
From the exhaust pipe.

The assistant completed this unconstructive dialogue and returned to the cabin, passing the conversation to the machinery.
- Uncle Gen, there was somewhere under the instrument panel a chain rolling, might force.
to apply?
The Ophigel? They may not be eighteen, now you can break the skull without knowing.
After 10 years you will get a strangle. You said they are next.
Gathered out? And what we argue about, not going out, but going out, they will.
They will use their own power against themselves.

At the station the train was stopped so that the front door of the first wagon
He drove 10 meters beyond the platform. The story is silent, which was what the mechanic and the assistant fought, but Uncle Gene was right.
Doors are opened. The sound of the engines in the style of "before rejecting the gas pen". And two decently drunken "bodies" not noticing the absence of a platform in the dark, frightening all the frogs, together with their motorcycles fly into the mud. Motorcycles, pumping water, swallow, the disturbances of calm kneeling in the chopsticks, in the silence that has emerged, an untranslatable Russian folklore is heard:
– B... you che, s... X... P... E... YES!!! I will call the mentions,
You will be paying for my motorcycle and new jeans all your life!
Come and call! I have a locomotive with empty wagons 120 pulls. You are so far
You will be able to find your phone in the nearest village.
was not, and would not survive in the water), as long as the police sit in the car, I
I will be in my electric car 200 kilometers from here.