Waiting for a train

Let's not start at the very beginning. Let's go straight to Rovereto, Italy, where we awaited a train back to Munich, after a three-day rain-out in the northeastern resort town of Riva del Garda. While we were in the Rovereto train station a taxing math question arose, requiring two full sets of fingers:

And as Michelle and Tobias were working on that, a train pulled in:

Notice, if you will, the comfortable height of the plow on the front of the train. Tobias certainly did. He jumped over for a closer look at the undercarriage of the train as it rolled to a stop, and lo! It appeared high enough over its full length for someone to lie safely between the tracks, unscathed, while the train passed over. Here he is explaining it to Michelle:

Knock on wood: we're hoping Tobias lives long enough to endure the Darwin Award inclinations of his own son, and gray hair as beautiful as his mother's.