Holy Moly . . . .
The sky is falling . . . The basic premise of this thread bearing the intimation we have technologied ourselves into a corner. If we have done anything in the last ten years that we should lament, it has been to dangle the apple from the Garden of Eatin' out in front of train fanatics like myself causing a disturbance in the force of my wallet.
It is the "Golden Age of Trains" for model railroaders and a cornucopia of delights has been made available to us. We can now follow the pathways we envisioned when the train bug hit us many years ago. We can have "new" postwar for affordable prices and new technology for affordable prices. We can now have trains that simulate what the real thing does (or did) and toys that represent what our memories relish. We can have it any way we want it. Why lament the complication of technology? Embrace it or reject it. We get to choose. If we are to lament anything, it is the difficulty of choice. I have only to remember my first trip to York when I discovered I could not buy every train ever made that forced me to confront my ultimate dilemma.
I choose to buy trains and run systems that enable me to stand trackside and experience what the real trains do. I know that because I do stand trackside to witness and record what the real trains do. I even ran a huge steam locomotive once (OK, it was only 600 feet, but I ran it). I know what they sound like and I know what they do. Being able to recreate that trackside experience is everything to me. Why should I reject the challenge of that technology when there are so many ways to adopt it? I don't need to understand how and why it works as long as I can get the trains to do what I want them to.
When I want to simplify my train experience I look at my childhood trains. I even run them when I care to. Reject my bell swinging, smoke spewing, chuff chuffing Vision Hudson for fear it might not ring, smoke or chuff? No way ! If there is a problem, I grumble it off to Uncle Mikey and he works his wizardry and flies it back to Carmel for more. End my quest because it is occasionally aggravating? We might as well end love and marriage for the same reasons. Want to uncomplicate your life? Just do it.
For Heaven's sake, why we would Luddite ourselves back to clockwork trains is the essence of the matter. The Luddites were probably happy Luddite(ing). Reject it, embrace it, it's all fun. Do both, do neither, we can pursue our train passion in a thousand ways.
The creator of this thread is really raising the issue of how our hobby, designed to relax and enthrall, might occasionally give way to frustration and agitas (the newly minted Latin word for that which requires Nexium). Agitas is what life presents to us in the course of our lives. Everything reaches a balance eventually. Nothing will ever be problem free. We may wistfully hope to re-create that time in life everything ran perfectly, but then we realize nothing ever really did.
I hook one wire to the track (my layout is big and very complicated), one wire. With that one wire I run all of my Legacy/Vision line trains. All of them. They work 98% of the time which is much more than most things in my life.
This weekend my son got married. It was harder to figure out how to use the GPS to get to the wedding than it was to run my trains. It was harder to figure out where to park than it was to use the GPS. It was harder to figure out how to get rid of the indigestion after the meal than it was to figure out where to park. It is harder to figure out why sons do what they do than it is to get rid of indigestion.
That only gives me more indigestion.
See, sooner or later life gives us indigestion.
That's when we come back to where we started. What kind of trains should we run to avoid indigestion.
Confucius stated, "The simple life is worth living. Now let's run those trains."
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