From time to time (typically around the holidays) a co-worker will seek me out for advice concerning setting up and running an old family toy train on a loop of track around the Christmas tree. Most of the time the requested advice is in the form of how-to-connect-the-transformer-to-the-track or how-to-wire-a-small-accessory. However, every now and then, I’m presented with a situation that requires some effort on my part. Several years ago one of my co-workers mentioned that a set which had been owned by her great-grandfather had finally given up the ghost and she wanted to know if there was any way to repair it to get it running again. After some discussion I told her to bring the train to work and I would take it home and look it over.
A few days later she brought in a box consisting of a Lionel #259E and a short string of 4 wheel freight cars. Everything had the well-played with appearance of a train that had been handed down through the generations. She said it had just quit running and she was sure it was a case of having finally worn out. I told her I rather doubted that since trains from that period were grossly over engineered. I took it home and, after dinner, started tearing down the engine. When I removed the electric motor from the superstructure I was confronted with what looked like a gigantic glob of very greasy fuzz that had been stuffed into every crevice of the superstructure and every moving part of the electric motor. I pulled this mess out with needle nosed pliers and dumped it into a clear plastic bag. Then I worked over the electric motor with q-tips and old rags until I had everything clean and sparkling. I re-greased and lubed the parts that required grease and oil, put the motor back together, and ran it on a piece of test track. The motor took off like a shot and slammed into the foam rubber I had down at either end of the test track to guard against events of exactly this nature. I cleaned up the superstructure and put everything back together, coupled up the cars and let it roll – it performed flawlessly.
Once I had cleaned up I picked up the plastic bag with the huge blob of stuff and looked at it some more. It looked like a mixture of hair and grease and possibly bits of a shag rug.
I took the train into work the next morning and called my co-worker with the good news that the train was just fine. When she came over to pick up the set I showed her the mess that had been stuffed inside the train and told her what I thought of its composition. She laughed and told me that when she was small they would set the train up on the shag rug under the Christmas tree and not turn it on until the two family cats had stepped over the track and worked their way under the tree. When they turned it on the cats would jump half out of their skin and zoom back to the safety of the kitchen. I didn’t run forensics on the hair but I suspect the cats and that rug were the source of a glob of stuff that had finally brought the 259 to a halt.