Over years, a few nice folks have politely inquired if I took my name from the former Great Western 2-10-0, Number 90, which currently receives loving care and periodic exercise on the Strasburg RR.
But, no, pretty as that little engine is, I was thinking of a Number 90 that was somewhat larger, faster, and more colorful -- Santa Fe's one and only 3-unit Fairbanks-Morse Erie-Built passenger diesel of 1947. I was absolutely stunned by the real Number 90 in 1956. I was riding with my cousins, in the bed of another cousin's brand-new Ford pickup, on a 2-lane road paralleling the Santa Fe Third District main line. I heard a Nathan M5 behind us, and watched as Number 90, on the head end of the eastward Grand Canyon, came out of the 50 MPH curve at Placentia and quickly overtook and passed us with the opposed-piston engines roaring in Run-8. It looked and sounded like it was taking care of business. I wanted to run that engine!
Well, I was only 10 at that time, and I missed being able to run Number 90 by 8 years, as I hired out on Santa Fe in 1970. However, after getting to know people, many old-head Engineers shared stories of their experiences with Number 90. I'll say this: It was a real hot-rod of a passenger diesel, and everybody who ran it remembered it fondly. I think it is a worthy name to use.
Now -- my railroad . . . I made up a Division name that might have been used if the original Santa Fe survey from Brownwood, Texas, to Texico, New Mexico had been built up through Abilene, across ranch country, and coming up onto the caprock near Crosbyton. The grade up onto the caprock would have been a helper district. (Instead, C.W.Post had a survey done on a lighter grade route through Sweetwater, which was built.) My railroad includes the fictional town of Caprock, Texas, which would have sat on the rolling plains east of Crosbyton and would have been a crew change point. The scenery is west Texas high plains.
My first avatar photo was a vintage one of me, along with one of my sons, standing beside Santa Fe 4-8-4 3751 at Barstow, as I was getting ready to board the engine and head for Bakersfield. But it was too much photo for the space allotted. Rich tweaked it a bit, but it still wasn't too good. So I set up my camera on a tripod on the patio, and used a hand-held remote to take the head shot that shows how I actually look.