You know there are times when getting down to the basement and running trains is just therapy. There are times when you need to stimulate the mind with artistic creation. There are times when you can go make things work and when they do it creates a certain order to the world. There are times when a project comes together that you feel a sense of accomplishment , pride and completeness.
Tonight, I just want to go to the basement and watch my 2-6-0’s run around Tater Mountain.
I feel you pain brother!
everyone has different situations but still the same results, somebody pu***he “life pause” button. I need to go play trains for a little bit…and maybe a cold one wouldn’t hurt either.
I do it for at least 20 minutes each day. Flip the switch, palm the controller, and listen to my babies come to life…ahhh! I wait for all the dynamos to spool up, the pumps to pump up, and the injectors to top up the boilers. Then, I crack open the throttles, just a hair mind you…don’t want to spin…[:D] and watch 1000 tons of steel and wood begin to creak down the tracks. Oh, and I do use the coupler crash sound effects…heh, heh. [:D], as well as the bell when getting under way, and often use the flange squeel on curves. Why? Cuz…ya gotta!! [(-D]
Would a railroading jones be called a “Casey Jones”?
And I know the feeling…after a frantic bit of garage-cleaning I finally got to do some switching for the first time in what seems like months, discovering that my garage-bound layout needs some serious track-cleaning and rail-soldering attention.
What’s even more perverse is that some of what has my attention diverted from the layout is most definitely railroad-related: I have to make sure I put in enough hours at the CSRM to maintain my docent status, and then there’s the “Sacramento streetcar book” project which will keep me away from the smell of Walthers Goo through most of this coming spring…