Passing Loop - Accidents at Crossing Loops

Accidents At Crossing Loops

  • (1900) Casey Jones (Vaughan, Mississippi) - The legendary train driver (U.S.: engineer) Casey Jones was killed in an accident in 1900 involving trains too long to cross at a passing loop. The trains trying to cross were occupying both the main and loop tracks, and in addition, the train doing the see-saw was standing outside station limits. Jones was traveling fast in order to make up lost time, and could not stop in time to avoid a collision. He was able to slow his train from an estimated 75 mph (121 km/h) to an estimated 35 mph (56 km/h) at the time of collision; none of the passengers on Jones' train were seriously injured, and Jones was the only fatality.
  • (1914) Exeter crossing loop collision (Exeter, Australia) - occurred at Exeter railway station in New South Wales, in fog; one train too long for loop. Line duplicated soon after.
  • (1947) Dugald rail accident (Dugald, Manitoba)
  • (1963) Geurie crossing loop collision (Geurie, Australia) - train in loop standing foul of main line, causing collision.
  • (1969) Violet Town Signal passed at danger after driver dies from heart attack
  • (1996) Hines Hill train collision (Hines Hill, Australia) - driver appears to have misjudged distance to starting signal
  • (1999) Zanthus train collision (Zanthus, Australia) - co-driver operated loop points prematurely.
  • (2006) Ngungumbane train collision (Zimbabwe)

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