Big day on the Tipton, Youngstown and Eire – we’re running a timetable that JW and I both worked on.
This is the great thing; playwrights feel it. Authors feel it (I’ve been told). The A-Team feels it. A plan comes together. More that a dozen trains moving across the division against each other, kept apart by time and location. No collisions. The railroad functioning as intended, its cargos moved, its passengers transported.
But I’m really focused today on sand and logs.
See, my train (my baby) is the Sand and Log run. I came up with this run and did it for the opener a few months ago. First, I run light engines to Sandmine. There, I maneuver about to build a train, heavy hoppers on the front, lighter flats on the back. Then I’m running to Staffordtown Industrial, meeting and passing the trains I’d timetabled. Everyone’s at their meet points. Everything is running on the clock. Really sharp. After I swap out my cuts for a run back, I make the run, hitting my stations on the dot. Shit hot.
Later, I took a reefer cut out of Youngstown, driving over Macaroni Mountain. I’ve got an empty coal drag right on my crummy, and I’ve got to meet a merchandiser at Meadsville. And there we are, everyone on time, watching the timetable play out like a well-rehearsed play.
Nice to have another operational layout in town, especially one that runs like a railroad.
Great fun, JW. Thanks!
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