I had ran an errand across town, and on my return, I had to cross a set of rail road tracks. I don't usually encounter any tracks since there aren't any rails around where I live. There is a track about three miles out past the edge of town, but I seldom go that way. Anyway, the flashing light came on, and the bars started coming down, and just as they crossed, and there was an arch between the two, a guy on a Harley, complete with long flowing hair, and wearing some sort of colors, roared up the middle aisle between traffic, and went dead center under the arch with very little room to spare! I don't know what the fine is, but I know that if you mistime it, and the train hits you, your RELATIVES will sort it out for you. As a disinterested onlooker it was quite fascinating. I wish I had have had the presence of mind to have used my phone to take a video of it, but it all happened so quickly it was just an afterthought.