Another Amtrak disaster waiting to happen. The hole in the fence near the junction of the two bike trails is more than a month old, and more people are using it all the time to cross over to King Street. Yesterday I watched a little boy wrestling with his bike, trying to get it across the tracks. There are three rails, one left over from reconstruction. He was nine, maybe ten years old, and the bike was a little too big for him to manage, and I helped him lift it over the last rail. The Vermonter when it hits here twice a day is doing about forty-five miles an hour. Could he have gotten out of the way fast enough? Would he have had the sense to leave his bike behind? Every time I hear the train whistle now I hold my breath. I don’t care who owns the fence and whose responsibility it is, someone needs to close the gap. It won’t kill us to walk around. Either that or post a crossing guard at train times.