A near-sub-zero Chicago suburb seems like an unlikely place to find railroad cars full of Mexican beer. But, on any given night at Proviso Yard in Northlake, Illinois, the on-duty conductors are responsible for ensuring that up to 64,000 cases of Corona, Modelo Especial, Pacifico, and Victoria from Piedras Negras (via a massive warehouse nearby) don't freeze up in the frigid air. Slush is okay; ice—which occurs at 13 degrees fahrenheit—is not.

Crain's Chicago Business has a neat profile of Bill Diamond, who's been a railroad man for 37 years. Diamond keeps the cars moving when the temperatures drop. Once they arrive at the yard, he suits up—steel-toed boots in plastic bags in rubber boots, and layers of windbreakers, quilted jackets, fleece-lined hats, and a strategic winter beard to keep the face warm—after which he goes about sorting the cars with a remote-controlled operator belt before they're unloaded. Unfortunately, the article doesn't say what would happen if a car were really to freeze. Skunked suds? Foamy explosion? Lager glacier?


Anyway, it's probably not the backstory you pictured for your cerveza! It would be pretty fascinating to track a single bottle from its origins to the south on its journey to the fridge at your local grocery; I'm guessing there are quite a few more interesting stops like this one along the way. [Chicago Business]

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