you left out the chances it gives to eat at some of America’s finest (?) restaurants and pee in some of America’s filthiest gas station restrooms! You also left out the chance to meet some of the loonies who for some reason are not railfans but like to hang around railfans. Yikes!
Seriously, another top 10 reason is that railfanning also offers great opportunities for bird and animal watching. At a popular railfan spot in Milwaukee, when the trains are not running we watch the red-tailed hawks do barrel-rolls and dive bomb runs, and not long ago we watched a coyote pick up a roadside garbage bag of dirty diapers and run off with it. Good fun!
Dave
You Bet! And my very favorite is the Big Boy!
They don’t make them like that any more…which is probably for the best, but wi***hey still sounded like that!
While it must be true that some chix like trains,I don’t believe I would hang around yards,terminals etc…to meet them:Multi-state lottery odds are better.
The first time I went to the area known as Dayton’s Bluff for train watching in the Twin Cities (after moving here in 1999), two men saw me and exclaimed: “Never saw no women here before!”
My reply: “Get used to it.”
When funding allows, I go out rail fanning all over the Twin Cities. Sometimes I encounter men who are civil, sometimes I just avoid contact.
And yes, chix like trains.
A good example: In late 2000, a female FedEx driver came up to my apartment with some computer equipment, saw my train layout, and was very interested.
I would not say that trains are not an inexpensive hobby. Most railfans subscribe to one, possibly to two or three magazines.
Then there are books and videos/dvd’s, then of course there are the trips (if it is part of your work or as your holiday, then the cost is ‘sunk’).
Most would also have a few toy trains, and possibly a layout.
So you can see it is a drain on finances.
How many of the men here have wives/girlfriends who are interested in trains?
I say leave your name. I personally find railfanning very sexy. Nothing like the rhythm of a grain train crossing a junction to get things going (just call me Don Juan de UP)