Several years ago, we hit a truck at a private crossing between Newark and Albrae; the driver was badly injured but still alive (although he later left in a helicopter--bad sign). The responding Fremont police officers went all "CSI," even taking paint chips off the engine. After a long time had passed and they looked about done, I asked the head cop if we could proceed. He replied, "You can't go anywhere, this is a crime scene!" When I remarked, "I think you guys might watch too much television," he looked like he was ready to put the cuffs on me. I didn't help that none of us would give our driver's licenses or home addresses.

Long story short, three hours had passed (for a non-fatality) and four passenger trains were sitting there, each with a load of commuters who really needed to get to work. Finally, a UP special agent came along and talked some sense into the Fremont PD (perhaps a freight train was now being delayed). Afterwards, we never heard another word about it.