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OpsLog - CP&W – 8/2/2018 PDF Print E-mail
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Thursday, 02 August 2018 22:43

kay, blame the fact that it’s the first day I’ve taken off work on a long time, that it was a two-hour drive to Tampa, that our Mr. Roboto navigation system got us lost in the cargo port area, or that the layout is big and there was so much to see. I’ve forgotten our host’s last name (sorry, John). But he’s got a kick-ass huge-ass railroad, the Chicago, Peoria and Western, that it’s mostly steam, that you have long runs and freight shifting and someday (it can’t be too soon) Time Table and Train Order. So, yes, names are unimportant in the face of all this.

My buddy Bruce and I snagged a way freight running east across the division, working off both a switchlist and dropping off waybills as we switched the towns up the line. The running was fun, the equipment worked well and everything was cool. I think Bruce was rolling his eyes about my pulling rank to have him work off the sidings (which turns out to be a blessing when a long coal string trundled past). I thought we did well but we could have done better – I had him backing long cuts into sidings when there would have been better ways to do things. Maybe next time.

After this, I got a couple of easy sight-seeing runs, the best being a PFE cut running loaded across the Illinois plains. Always fun with sound-equipped engines to blow at the crossings and ring past the platforms. Sure, it makes a racket but why not use it if you got it. To my way of thinking, you might as well leave the shell off if you aren’t going to make use of sound. I’ll admit that the PFE run was even more enjoyable since I could hear the second section whistling past the crossings I’d left in my wake. It was rather a poignant railroad moment, a sense of going places and doing things for a reason.

Anyway, thanks to John and his guys for having us out for the day. Had a great time and hope to come back in the future.


p.s. My host's full name is "John Brennan". Sorry about that oversight.

Last Updated on Friday, 03 August 2018 11:49
OpsLog – LM&O – 07/25/2018 PDF Print E-mail
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Wednesday, 25 July 2018 22:24

ike an ecstatic divorcee leaving all their cares behind, the local I’d been running dropped everything at Zanesville, a string of empty corn syrup and paint tankers and a couple of boxcars, sans auto parts, and was now rattling along the river valley at track speed; two geeps, a T&P boxcar (with mine equipment) and a jolly green Penn Central caboose. We’re making the run up the valley to Carbon Hill in record time. Everything gone sharp with all the spottings and a run on coal has left Champion Mine clear for us to work in. It’s shaping up to be a great day.

And even better, with the miracle of folding mainlines, I can watch the action as two opposing Silver Bullets pass on time at Harris Glen, easing past each other and calling on that dinky clapboard station. It’s a sight so cool (four trains operating on the same peninsula, because a freight is waiting around the corner at Carbon) that a number of club members come over to railfan.

Hot trains at the high point (photo: Franky Z)

The club is running spectacularly tonight. The problems are minor, the noise low, everyone focused on their tasks. My waits are minimal, Cody hot on the DS panel and young Shaun is at maximum thruput in the yard. The cooperative game of railroading in at a fever pitch.

Tonight we ran everything – every passenger train, every freight, four coal movements. The Harris Local finished at 4:30am, something like a record. And for me, personally, running Zanesville was one of the sweetest sessions I ever had. It just worked. I had a great time.

So kudos to everyone who came out. This is how Orlando N-Trak runs its high iron – just like we host our shows. Professional and enjoyable.

Good work, guys!


p.s. I’m going to try to turn on comments, which I’ll leave running until the trolls find us. Let me know what you think.

Last Updated on Wednesday, 25 July 2018 22:32
ShowLog – Deland – 7/14/2018 PDF Print E-mail
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Saturday, 14 July 2018 22:04

ood show today. Lots of people came in for setup (we had enough that when we had to move 2/3rds of the layout after some mis-surveying, we got it moved in three huge chunks). Anyway, there were trains running and kids giggling and feet hurting and food over-charging, everything that makes these things a Deland event.

The interesting thing came after the show, when we had to take down. We waiting until the venders were wrapping up and still went down progressively (for my angry-political friends, this means we slowly took down things while leaving trains running, so when we did our final knock down, most of the labor-intensive parts and skirts were already stowed, so save me your editorials). The layout when down clean (the G-scale guys sighing as we put it all away like a Swiss army knife). It was about a million and five degrees outside and I asked around if someone could meet Bob at the club for our usual ten minutes put-away. No takers (that I knew of) so I told him I’d spot for him. Jumped in the mini and off I went, swinging down I-4, working up through the gearbox until… I came to a total bumper to bumper stop.

Yeah, this is the sort of thing I got my folding bike to avoid.

I inched along with nothing to show for it. The distant sign was showing two miles to an incident, right lanes closed (so everyone was merging right to run down the faster lanes) (remember that when you let people in). Finally I pulled out my tiny steam powered phone and started the calls.

Reached Bob and found out he was already rolling with the truck, going an easterly route.

Looked through my phone – could find nobody in my contact lists I could call.

Called my wife – asked her to see if she could find an old club roster and find Jerry’s number. I told her to call back – phones and pitching bumpers and shifting make me nervous.

Got a call from Terry. He’d agreed to get Bob in the gate (I thought that was my job). Turns out he was even further back than me.

Got a call from the wife. She’d gotten Jerry. He said he’d run over and let Bob in. Great.

More bumper to bumper. Finally we got to rolling again and from that point down to my drop off, it was scary hot heavy traffic, a level of hell not described by Dante.

Limped into the house, tired and worn. Just dropped my stuff in the corner when the phone rang.

“Where’s Jerry?” Bob demanded.

Oh shit. I half turned and called out, “JANE!” I thought she’d told me….

“WHAT?!?” she snapped back, ready to go to wet-ferret fighting with me over whatever this was about.

“No, I’m joking. He’s here. It’s all put away,” Bob laughed.

I put the phone down and turned to deal with my angry hackle-raised wife. Yeah, just another day at the show.


OpsLog – FEC – 6/30/2018 PDF Print E-mail
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Saturday, 30 June 2018 21:06

ell, this one was one for the record books.

I’m working a dispatcher’s panel that is as big as a coffin lid. We have a full crew – the yard behind me is “manned” (bad joke) by four wives (including my own JB). Ken has loaded up his line so trains are running hot and heavy. I’m trying to get three by at Palm Bay, two more around each other in Titusville, and two locals are futzing around near Pinetta. And over towards City Point, a rock train is shifting loads about. And that’s when I get the call from the latter.

“I’m on the ground.”

What do I care about model trains on the ground. Put it back on the rails. Do I have to solve every little thing?

“There’s two hopper loads of ballast on the tracks. Superintendent says to look on the right side of your panel. There’s an envelope.”

There is an envelope.

I open it up like the Captain of a nuclear sub opening his coded orders.

Information about the form 19s I need to issue. And more orders for dispatching a wreck train from the yard to the spill. And I’m just getting my head around that when the detector alarm goes off. And then my wife hands me another outbound train card – another is ready to go.

Now would be a good time to tumble out of my chair in fetal position, screaming.


“Pull that ready train back. We need to get that wreck train out…”

The rest of the session was like digging yourself out of your own grave. That pretty little schedule became a fond dream of a better world. I was pretty much winging to movements after that, just keeping track of positions and carefully trying to avoid deadlocking the railroad. I think, at one point, Cocoa Yard and every siding had trains in them.

Anyway, we got it handled and were back on track by the end of the session. The ballast was up, all trains were to their end points, the yard was staged up for the next shift. Thanks to all our crews for their patience. And my wife told me, on the way home, to thank Bev and Benita for helping her find her way around the yard. She said it was totally confusing and hard to understand what was happening (we had trains in and out every five minutes). But she had a good enough time that I think she’ll come back.

But she chatted about it on the ride home and seemed to like it. But let’s not think she’d getting an NMRA membership.

Not just yet.



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