After leaving the yard, we drove to Sherman Hill. Our locomotive was doing 35

Kevin: toi may need to go a bit faster.
Pete: How much?
Kevin: Go 40.
Pete: *makes train go 40*

We started going up the hill. It was a long way up, and despite my being nervous, I was determined to get this train up the hill.

Pete: How are we doing now?
Kevin: Excellent. We've got a steep grade here, so why don't we keep this thing at 40, and talk?
Pete: About what?
Kevin: Do toi have a special somepony?
Pete: I do, my wife.
Kevin: How long have toi been married?
Pete: 6 months.
Kevin: That's nice.
Pete: What about you? Any special somepony?
Kevin: I found a few mares, but I'm not entirely sure which one to ask out.
Pete: Do toi think about them a lot?
Kevin: Yeah. Sometimes I think about being in lit with them.
Pete: wow. Good luck with that. If toi get to that.
U.P engineer: *driving past Pete*
Kevin: He's lucky to go downhill.
Pete: Don't remind me.

However, the train that passed us had grease leaking out of it's engine. And it was on a switch we would pass soon.

Kevin: That grease could be a problem. Make this thing go faster!
Pete: *accelerates to 45*
Kevin: *shoveling coal*
Pete: *pours sand on rails*
Kevin: Good thinking.

Sand prevents an engine's wheels from slipping. It was a good thing our sander didn't freeze up, otherwise we wouldn't have passed the grease.

Pete: Wait a minute, there's still grease on those tracks.
Kevin: toi still got the sand going?
Pete: Yeah, but I'm not sure how much we have left.
Kevin: Stay here, I'll go check *flies out of cab*
Pete: *keeping control of train*
Kevin: *comes back* We have a lot of sand.
Pete: Good. We'll make it.

Halfway up, we got passed all the grease

Pete: *stops sand*
Kevin: Good work.
Pete: Now, we got smooth sailing from here.

ou did we? Before we reahed the haut, retour au début of the hill, there was a peice of track covered up in ice. Neither of us saw it.

Suddenly, when the wheels hit the ice, they spun, causing our train to slow down

Pete: We Lost traction.
Kevin: The Sand! Use the sand
Pete: *pours sand on rails*
Kevin: The wheels are still slipping. *applies brakes*
Pete: We're sliding downhill!
Kevin: Oh shit. *releases brakes*
Pete: *pushes lever*

The wheels still didn't get any traction as we slowly moved down the hill.

Kevin: I have another plan *leaves cab*
Pete: What is he doing now?
Kevin: *magically moves train*
Pete: Kevin, what are toi doing?
Kevin: Using magic. Keep the train going past the ice.

I just did what I was told. After all, there was an alicorn helping out.

Soon, we were passed the ice.

Kevin: *gets back in cab*
Pete: Alright. Good job.
Kevin: Yeah, thanks.

And soon, we reached the haut, retour au début of the hill.

Pete: Well, that's about all I got to tell you.
Hawkeye: It was a great story, but toi a dit all those decisions he made were dumb. How were any of them dumb?
Pete: Ok, well remember the part where he a dit that he would create history for getting a train up sherman hill?
Gordon: Yeah, so?
Pete: He should've a dit I would be creating history. I drove the train, and he just didn't do shit. Except for when he used magic to get us passed the ice. That was cool.
Hawkeye: Yep. *walks away*
Gordon: *does the same*
Pete: Well, it sucks that they don't care.

The End

On the suivant episode of Ponies On The Rails

Gordon returns to his stupidity