Atlantic Coast Line Railroad

The Atlantic Coast Line Railroad (reporting mark ACL) was an American railroad from 1900 until 1967, when it merged with the Seaboard Air Line Railroad, its long-time rival, to form the Seaboard Coast Line Railroad. Much of the original ACL network has been part of CSX Transportation since 1986.

The Atlantic Coast Line served the Southeast, with a concentration of lines in Florida. Numerous named passenger trains were operated by the railroad for Florida-bound tourists, with the Atlantic Coast Line contributing significantly to Florida's economic development in the first half of the 20th century.

At the end of 1925 ACL operated 4924 miles of road, not including its flock of subsidiaries; after some merging, mileage at the end of 1960 was 5570 not including A&WP, CN&L, East Carolina, Georgia, Rockingham, and V&CS. In 1960 ACL reported 10623 million net ton-miles of revenue freight and 490 million passenger-miles.

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