Kansas City Southern Railway
The Kansas City Southern Railway Company (reporting mark KCS), owned by Kansas City Southern, is the smallest and second-oldest Class I railroad company still in operation. KCS was founded in 1887 and is currently operating in a region consisting of ten central U.S. states. KCS also owns and indirectly operates Kansas City Southern de México (KCSM) in the central and northeastern states of México, and is the only Class I Railroad to own any track both inside and outside of Mexico's boundaries. (Ferromex is the only other Class I operating in Mexico). Including all trackage owned by wholly owned subsidiaries, KCS owns a total of approximately 6,000 route miles of track.
Kansas City Southern is headquartered in Kansas City, Missouri. Annual revenues as of 2007 were US$1.7 billion with 6,485 employees, and a market cap of roughly US$5 billion. As of first quarter 2008, KCS's CEO is Michael R. Haverty. As of August 1, 2010, Dave Starling was named the new CEO of KCS, having been both a close friend of Harvety and an important spokesperson to the railroad since 2008.
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