When I first hired on for the RxR I was broke as fuck. I owned a 1973 Volkswagen super beetle. I was first given the assignment of going to a three week stay in Bakersfield at a decent hotel where my class would be in one of their rented hall/meeting type rooms. It was pretty chill, I'd have my room and do my thing then in the morning wake up stagger down the hall to class. After three weeks of that class I was sent to Fresno to do some on the job training with the Fresno switchmen. I did that about 3 months then off to Roseville Oxford Suites on douglas blvd for a similar to Bakersfield experience except conductors class this time.
Well after all the initial schooling and on the job training was complete it was time to mark up as a conductor. I lived in Fresno but couldn't hold a local with my seniority at the time so I went to Bakersfield and marked up on the conductors board travelling south to West Colton/Long Beach. I had to post up in the parking lot many hours in my bug waiting to be called on duty but that wasn't too bad really. Well I finally grew tired of Bakersfield and the southern scenery and decided to mark up in Roseville. This meant I would be staying overnight there sometimes and I'd have to figure something out.
I removed the passenger seat and back seat along with the kick panel that encloses the battery normally under the passenger side of the rear seat. I moved the battery over behind my drivers seat and this left a flat section of floor panel on the passenger side of my bug from the foot space up front all the way to the cubby hole in the back. I then removed the futon matress from my house and doubled it over long ways and it fit perfectly on the passenger side floor of that bug. Pillow, blanket, done deal.. It was pretty awesome bacause I could fully stretch out and get comfortable in a bug and keep in mind I'm 6'3" 250lbs... not exactly the guy to be driving a bug in the first place, let alone turing one into a studio apartment for himself.
I eventually went to SLC for engineers training and marked up as an engineer in Roseville. You'd think with the money I was making I'd have got a place in Roseville, or at least an RV, some shit. Nah, not me... I'm too cheap. So living in my car in Roseville proved hard on my family life down in Fresno so I'd go home and visit one of three ways. I'd either get lucky and catch a trip there, or I'd hop a second unit after working it out with the crew what I was doing, or I'd take an Amtrak. When I'd take the Amtrak's I'd leave my car in the Amtrak depot parking lot racking up a parking fee everyday it sat. Well being that I'm so cheap, I would come back after two or three days to my car in Sacto Amtrak and no way in hell would I be paying that fee.
There was a small pedestrian ramp that curves up and lets out on a sidewalk that goes along the onramp to the highway there in downtown Sacto. It is about 6 feet wide at best. The super beetle is 71" wide and with my mirrors turned in, and wouldn't you know it, that damn beetle fit up through that walkway perfectly. So I'd throw the parking fee away and drive out where only people were thought to walk through, the only problem was the curb I had to drive off of was about a foot tall, much taller than a typical curb and everytime I did this at a generally moderate speed to make sure I got away quick, the bottom would come crashing down on the curb edge as I drove off it. But hey, fuck it I ain't payin a bill if I don't have to.
So probably the 6th or 7th time I had done this I drove off it like any other, crashed down on the curb with my pan and off I went on the freeway back to Roseville, the yard office parking lot aka home for me and my bug. On the way I was coming out of Natomas heading up a small hill/overpass and I felt a loss of power, I thought nothing of it and kept driving. I kept feeling that car growing weaker and weaker as I entered the citrus heights area still on 80 I heard something behind me, I looked back and flames were flowing out of the engine bay behind me. I guess I did something when I dropped off that curb that time and messed some things up. So here I am, on fire. I take the next exit and end up in an industrial park at about midnight not knowing where I am or what exit I even took I jump out and look at my house on fire, my house on wheels, this little bug on fire.
I called 911 on my cell and had to run down the street a long ways to see where I even was, the fire truck arrived about 15 minutes later and my home was now molten steel, broken windows, all my belongings inside including my whole life of music I had collected all burned to shit. I took it as a loss cause there's not much else you can do, I mentioned I'm cheap right? Yeah, I never get insurrence other than the initial one you need to register, but I always let it go from there never paying that shit again. Anyhow, fuck this turned into a novel, my bad. I upgraded that burned up bug to my favorite classic, a 1964 Chevy Nova. I slept in the back seat of that in the yard for a long time until I left Roseville for good actually.. I think I lived in a car in that Roseville parking lot for roughly 2 years straight. The summers were hell and I'd always hope I was working days and sleeping nights but it never goes the way you want it to with them.
Lost my train of thought for a minute there, now I remember where I was goin. So I moved to Watsonville (UP yard parking lot) with the Nova and it was SO nice, the weather much better for that sort of thing. I worked the train to Davenport and slept at night and it was lovely. I think if you're forced to live out of a car, just try to stay out of the heat. Summer in the valley was no bueno.