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I am very concerned about the great train love fest that is dawning for me in a few days. I speak of none other than the "Great Gathering." York, of course. This will be a telling moment for me. A giant crossroads. As Yogi Berra so aptly stated, " When you see the fork in the road, take it!" Now, before you get your ash pans all in an uproar, this is not really a York post. Yes, I"m on the correct board.

 

i am guilty of reflexivity. Great levels of traintosterone. I go to train meets with a plan. Ay, the best laid  (track) plans of mice and men gong aft agley." I have a list of needs. Wants, in railroad parlance translates to "needs." I am looking for certain passenger cars, figures, trucks and I am putting myself on a strict budget. Unless . . . There is always that great unless.  

 

"Oh my God, " a post war Texas Special. A #2190 Santa Fe Streamliner in the box. My hand reaches out.

i cannot control it. Just like the poor soul in Dr. Strangelove who cannot control his arm. I reach for the trains I have sworn not to buy. It's what I call reflexivity. I cannot seem to stop my hand. "What's yer price on that? A voice that seems to come from my throat has asked the dreaded question. My brain tries to short circuit the process. You don't want that ! Yes, I do. I want that. No, you don't want that.

 

i must learn to control my darned hand. I need a plan. Ok, I am not allowed to speak to anyone who is selling trains made before Bill Clinton was in office. No. make that Ronald Reagan. No trains during the Eisenhower Administration.

 

How shall I deal with this dreaded reflexivity? How can I stop my hand from reaching? What can I do?

I will duct tape my mouth in the silver Hall. Only Legacy can remove the tape. No wait, what if I see a BNSF TMCC diesel? Can I remove the tape? I can lock my wallet in the car. Would that work? Only Dr. Phil will release my wallet.

 

i have a reflexivity problem. I cannot buy everything. Yes, I can. No, I can't Stop it. Have some self control, for goodness sakes. To H*** with self control. I'm conflicted. It is a specific psychological condition that requires an intervention.

 

Reflexivity. It's an emotional disorder? No, it's a well balanced approached to a real need. I need that diesel. Get out of my way. I saw it first. Mmmffmfff, gotta get this tape off. I'm wearing the tape on a bet sir. No, there is nothing wrong with me. I'm conflicted, that's all. really. Give me that diesel.

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Nice to know there are others like me.  This reflexivity thing is real.  Went to Allentown a few weeks ago.  We stuck to the list.  Saw a ton of stuff.  Even my daughter and son were focused.

 

We were on our way out the door when I saw and MTH Milk platform.  GREAT PRICE... Bought it.  SCORE!!!  Out in the parking lot my son said, Dad... you know we already have a milk platform, right?  And... you know the one you just bought was tinplate... we don't have anything tinplate.

 

Oh darn.  Anyone want to buy an MTH Tinplate Milk Platform?

 

Ron

 

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Originally Posted by Scrapiron Scher:

How shall I deal with this dreaded reflexivity? How can I stop my hand from reaching? What can I do?

 

Here's a thought...a really horrible one, I know.

 

Think of the person in your life that has the most disdain for your hobby.  You know, the one who's commented something like 'You paid HOW MUCH for that?', or 'Don't you think you have enough choo-choos around here?', or 'Have you thought about therapy for this obsession?', or 'OMG, you really need help, man!  You're WAY outta control!'. or....well, you get the idea.

 

THEN....  (This is almost too painful to suggest!)

 

Have them accompany you to York.

 

Promise them 3 days of scrapple, Yuenglings, Great Tasty Kosher Dogs, Potato, Kasha, and spinach Knishes, Dr. Browns soda, whimpering, before the doors open, and after they close.  Whatever THEIR weakness is....play it!

 

Or promise them the $5,000 you'd otherwise spend on more stuff that would exacerbate the verbal abuse!

 

I know....not a very good idea. 

 

KD

 

 

 

Srapiron:  You think that you have a new malady??  Remember Joe Doakes in that great 1950's movie where he "bought his son" a train for Christmas, but then he wouldn't let the kid run it.  It kept progressing to where the entire living room was filled with trains and he was using a train to serve dinner to his Mother in Law.

 

Well, the scene that really is memorable is of Joe in the hobby shop where the new Lionel products were being introduced.  The shop had a sample of just one operating switch tower but Joe grabbed it with wide eyes saying: "I just gotta have it." 

 

Nope, nothing new.  We all got that disease, in some form or another.

 

Paul Fischer

I am enjoying reading most of the posts. Some of the responses indicate the poster actually realized my story was written "tongue in cheek." I would not describe myself as perfectly balanced when it comes to life or trains, but I think I am a bit more interesting the way I am. 

 

Truthfully, there are no people in my life that criticize the trains. I have associates that go to see any critical folks and show them the (t)error of their ways . . 

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