It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I dig trains. All kind of trains. Diesel, electric, toy, model, locomotives, cabooses, freight cars, coal cars, HO, N Gauge, Tyco, Lionel, passenger, Amtrak, steam, high speed, Thomas, you name the kind, I dig them.
I am not train expert. I never got that involved. However I am in awe of them. I don't know why. I just think the immense power they have and what they do. It is cool to me how how much they are still used day in and day out.
Actually when I see a train, that is full of freight I can't help but think that at least some part of the economy is moving. There's something very American about a train. Growth, speed, power, productivity; it's all there.
Whenever I am at a train stop, I turn off my engine, roll down my windows and just listen to the train going by. I listen to the wheels, the creaking, the pounding of the ground by the enormous weight. The clunks, and the beatings, the squeaks, the repetitive industrious noise that only a train can make. It's just so cool and somewhat theraputic to me.
I also like to hear trains in the middle of the night blare their horn at each rail road crossing.
I used to play with my model trains as a kid. I still have mine and come Christmas time I will put them up again. There's something cool about trains. They've each got their own soul.
Someday I'll share with you my high speed mass transit plant that will save Detroit.
Someday I'll share with you my high speed mass transit plant that will save Detroit.
Don Cornelius where have you gone?
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