You had to experience it to appreciate it.....
a comfortable, in a LA, Southern Cal feeling way. after midnight an hour or so, time when the last Watts local on the former PE rails would leave from 610 South Main's platforms down the ramp about one-story to street level and the hard right turn.
Jamming into the cars were what became wall-to-wall rail- and juice fans...packed in sardine can tight.
some fans though, it was said, stripped every switch-engine they could get into at Butte St yard of all their torpedoes and fastened them on the ramp track the "Last Watts Car" was destined to use.
The penultimate departure occurred this warm night with its melancholy masses aboard.
In a couple of car-lenghth's the gantlet of a couple of hundred feet of hundreds of torpedoes-covered rail was encountered. The windows on the cars were open; smoke rapidly diminished visibility in the cars to near zero and future hearing-aid sales volume increased exponentialy.
You had to be there.....20 years later I was an SP officer in 610 S. Main....couldn't go in there without a flashback.
one more ride way out there pioneers