Before 9/11, getting caught on the tracks was no big thing. Now you must be a terrorist.
I've walked or biked every line within 30 miles of here, active and abandoned. We also have something in CT called Rails to Trails. A lot of metal was simply pushed aside in the rush to pave over the track beds, but I doubt you could find a buyer. The scrappers are cautious with good reason I suppose.
I've been an on again, off again collector of primarily glass insulators since I was a kid. Took this photo today, with morning sun streaming in. The one in the middle is the first one I ever found, when I was twelve. 1970 or so. Anyway, that's how I came to spend so much time hunting rail lines.