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Nothing is better than main line railroading.  Leaving a big station at night has a certain aura that can't be duplicated during daylight.

The train starts moving in the station track.  At about 15 MPH, the Engineer makes the mandatory running air brake test and you can feel the brakes take hold and then release.  Outside the window, railroad employees are carrying electric lanterns.  Once clear of the terminal trackage and the sound of passing over multiple turnouts, the train accelerates, but to a medium speed such as 40 MPH, for several miles.  City lights pass the window, eventually changing to suburbs.  Fast running usually occurs after the train clears the city center.  The ride improves on the higher speed track, and the sound from the wheels and the distant sounding of the chime horn are relaxing.  The occasional crossing bell passes in a doppler flourish.  Time to relax and savor the sound and the feel of train travel.  Tickets having been collected, the lights are dimmed, except in the diner and the lounge.

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Search "Part 1 Amtrak's great Pennsylvania Railroad, Northeast Corridor" on You tube for both parts.   It's an awesome video shot from private varnish on The Carolinian on the Penn Station NY to Washington DC part of the trip.    The comments mention the car name somewhere I believe.

The Pennsy built one "L" of a railroad.

Putting those You Tubes on auto play and watching is some of the most relaxing audio and video for a long night when you just can't seem to unwind for bed.

 

MELGAR posted:
Number 90 posted:

... Leaving a big station at night has a certain aura that can't be duplicated during daylight.

I think that also applies to flying an airplane.

Yes, it sure does.

One of my most memorable flights was departing from Farmingdale airport on Long Island around 2 am a few tears ago. With very little traffic in New York airspace at that hour, ATC routed me directly over New York City on my climb out. What a sight!

MELGAR posted:

I learned to fly at Farmingdale.

MELGAR

I lived in the next town west of Farmingdale, Bethpage, NY.  I saw a few air shows and watched blimps take off and land at Republic Airport during the years I lived there.

I never had the urge to learn to fly, however I always wanted to hire out on the railroad in engine service. 

My hopes were dashed when I discovered during an employment physical that I was colorblind. One of the biggest misconceptions that most people make about colorblindness is that the colorblind see in only black and white.  I can see colors, however I do not see them as normal-sighted people do. I can pass any test that involves color samples, because I learned the names of colors as I perceive them.  I cannot pass the standard Ishihara tests which involve seeing a number within a multicolored sphere. I either cannot see any number or see an incorrect number which indicates red-green colorblindness.

Ironically, I used to set friends' and family members' color televisions because I had a knack for getting skin tones and lips to look natural.

 

FORMER OGR CEO - RETIRED posted:

One of my most memorable flights was departing from Farmingdale airport on Long Island around 2 am a few tears ago. With very little traffic in New York airspace at that hour, ATC routed me directly over New York City on my climb out. What a sight!

Was that a Freudian slip?  J/K guessing auto correct strikes again but it still hit my funny bone.

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