They may take away your honorary two-rail status for liking that fantasy car.
Hobo Jungle
Daisy wrote:
Hey Hev, if I come visit, will you give me a car too?
That's right Daisy..............................
How would you like this one......................
Pretty cool lookin' ride.............................
This one would go with Tramp's fire engine.....................the one that he pulled his broken engine with................................
hev
If you want to find history, follow the train man..................
LOL, HEV!!! That creation was funny as heck!!! I just looked for it and I'll be darned if I did'nt delete it only a couple of weeks ago!!!!This one would go with Tramp's fire engine.....................the one that he pulled his broken engine with................................
Running that red block Charlie.
I see both kinds of coil cars in Tucson, but they never have fancy paint jobs. Usually they have covers, but sometimes not. They pass by my work site on their way to Mexico. In this photo (showing a special built coil car and the end of a gondola type coil car) the covers are removed.
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----Wayne----
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
Here are 1 - 6 of about 63,500 google hits for "railroad coil cars":
http://crcyc.railfan.net/crrs/coil/coilindex.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coil_car_%28rail%29
http://www.uprr.com/customers/ind-prod/ ... coil.shtml
http://prr.railfan.net/freight/freightp ... g&fr=clG41
http://prr.railfan.net/freight/freightp ... g&fr=clG41
http://rides.webshots.com/album/555459253UTrhvV
Lots of photos in the last site. Here is an example:
Here is one more:
http://www.uprr.com/customers/mexico/at ... eneric.pdf
Beginning on page 23, Union Pacific describes their coil cars.
http://crcyc.railfan.net/crrs/coil/coilindex.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coil_car_%28rail%29
http://www.uprr.com/customers/ind-prod/ ... coil.shtml
http://prr.railfan.net/freight/freightp ... g&fr=clG41
http://prr.railfan.net/freight/freightp ... g&fr=clG41
http://rides.webshots.com/album/555459253UTrhvV
Lots of photos in the last site. Here is an example:
Here is one more:
http://www.uprr.com/customers/mexico/at ... eneric.pdf
Beginning on page 23, Union Pacific describes their coil cars.
----Wayne----
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
My friend Donna sent me this one
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.
Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work.
Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.
On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand.
With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas..
Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:
"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."
He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.
The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.
It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"
I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kurt
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.
Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work.
Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.
On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand.
With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas..
Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:
"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."
He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.
The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.
It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"
I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kurt
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