Ladies, Help Us Out! This Budd's For You. Were We Attacked By A Cougar?
Finding an old abandoned Budd railcar in the brush behind an abandoned paper mill is not way out of the ordinary but what happened there was. The SIL and I were adventure riding up in VT.and came across what turned out to be two of these diesel, self-propelled passenger cars hiding in the brush.
With no "Posted" or "Keep Out" signs, the old railcars were just begging to be explored. The first railcar was pretty well boarded/closed up and we'd no intention of trying to break in.
The second car, however, was open to be explored, To that end, SIL chose to climb on top to reconnoiter the area, leaving me to face whatever danger might be inside the car. There was nothing dangerous in the car. The potential danger entered a few minutes later.
There wasn't much of interest inside the car until SIL yelled "Incoming" from up top and this not-unattractive woman climbed into into the car. I took a quick pic of her just as SIL had climbed down to see what was going on. The woman had what appeared to be her teenage son with her. The kid had that somewhat bored, impatient and embarrassed look that only a young teenager can have.
The young woman breathlessly explained that she liked to explore things like old rail cars. I was thinking that seeing SIL on top of the car was the real draw because she dropped me and went for him the minute he entered the car. I could see through the window that the assumed mother was very upset and went outside to try to assuage her fears. SIL followed me out with the young woman and boy in tow. After a brief "It was nice meeing you", they drove off and we rode on.
You have to wonder why a good-looking woman would be driving around in a new, expensive car with her mother (assumed) and son (assumed), pull off the road into the brush behind an old mill, see two motorcycles with some guy on top of a railcar, take her unhappy son (assumed) into an unknown situation and leave her mother (assumed) fuming in the car. Was this a cougar on the prowl? Do any of you ladies here have a theory on such behavior?