The gentleman who did the ditch driving suddenly appeared in my small shelter with Rhonda in tow. "Tommy Wad" (a reference to "Johnny Wad", the porn star), want to get in on some Train?" In other words, Rhonda would give favors to both of us. I think rather than an actual invitation, however, this was more of an attempt to embarass me. I said no thanks, and they wandered off to find another spot for their tryst. About ten minutes later, the old campground caretaker roused me from sleep to ask if there were any girls at our campsite. I told him no and went back to sleep. But he knew better, and this and other bad behaviors led him in a day or so to call the sheriff and have the railroaders evicted from the campground.

Summer passed. School started for the local high school. One day, about ten of us were in town standing near the railroad crossing. A car full of high school girls drove by. One girl shouted, "Rhonda's got the clap, you guys need to get checked". Laughing hysterically, they sped away. It always struck me funny that these girls assumed ANY railroad workers they saw would be the right guys. But they were right. Some in our random group did indeed need this information. Such was the popularity of the legendary Rapid Rhonda.