Showing posts with label Amtrak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amtrak. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Jockeying For Position and Doing A Bit of Railroading To Boot

17 Mar 2020.post update

The Zeph, Amtrak #6, was seen pulling a consist and re-arrangement of normal car order. The usual car behind the second engine is the mail car. Today, it was at the end being the 8th car, not the normal 11 in the consist.
American Coot. Best know for the baseball farm team that is known by its name---The Toledo Mud Hens [1]

Two years ago a squirrel jumped from this plant and knocked seed onto the brim of my fedora. That seed, today has come up in one of my flower pots on the porch and is about two feet tall. It's looking good, healthy and I hope that it blooms this fall just like mom! We will see. And my trees in pots are now about 7 feet tall and have never looked so good. I didn't even give them a dose of my Vitamins this year. That shot two falls ago is still showing results. Originally, I had thought that the bottle was Centrum but looking more closely at the front of the bottle rather than the back ingrediant label, I discovered that it was Mature Multi from Member's Mark. That's Sam's Club brand label like Costco's Kirkland brand. All I know is that it worked better on my trees than it did me! Ha!

So what is so strange about that. Well, First of all it's the Zeph. Secondly, one must remember that the US Mint is in San Francisco. Thirdly, The train also stops in Denver on its way east to Chicago. Guess what? There is also a US Mint in Denver. So, by deduction and past history, The US Mint ships coins from San Francisco and Denver to Chicago. The Zeph ends in Chicago but the Lake Shore Limited starts in Chicago and ends in Boston.Also in Chicago, the Amtrak route can split off the Limited to go southeast, south, and guess what, it has covered all the districts of the Federal Reserve. I love watching trains more than airplanes. The term used when things like this happen is Railroading. The train line is doing a bit of Railroading....that's switching from this track to that track or in layman terms, jockeying around for position to get where it needs to be.

When I was a kid, the little town where I grew up (pop. 1498) had a train station that still carried passengers. I would ride my bike down the hill from where I lived to the station and sit and watch the trains come and go. The first thing that I remember that was the show stopper was seeing a casket taken from the baggage car,placed on one of the old rail carts that were used for luggage, and then, pulled around the train station to a ramp and a waiting hearse of the local funeral director. It was a treasure hunt the rest of the summer and summers that came after that.

There was a nomenclature for that happening that afternoon. It was called the Pullman Express. Funny thing about that was that years later, I was at an airport and watched the ramp rats (not a derogatory term use) bring a casket around and load onto the plane that I would be my flight. It was the second time and second mode of transportation that I had witnessed  human remains being shipped elsewhere. Even later, I knew a funeral director that called the meeting of a plane with a human remains the "Tampa Express". It was a term that meant that instead of the family calling the funeral home where they would have the funeral rite and burial to handle the return of the remains, they would called the funeral home where the death occurred and have the loved one shipped in a casket back home, costing the family hundreds of dollars more than needed. It was snowbirds being sent home and the Florida funeral directors were the winners.

That is when it clicked that business commerce was what made the world turn so to speak. It had me in its grips and over the years, it just gets in your blood and you love every minute of it in the long and the short of career terms.

To this day, I still enjoy watching trains come and go and doing their "railroading". So seeing the less than normal consist of cars and the out-of-position of cars, is an eye catching experience, much like photography that trains your eyes to pick up on things that the average Joe misses.



[1]
The American coot (Fulica americana), also known as a mud hen or pouldeau, is a bird of the family Rallidae.
Thanks to the Cornell Lab's, All About Birds https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/American_Coot/lifehistory


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Fate Is Funny

 It's no secret that I love planes and I love trains. To me, not because they are both transportation related, trains and planes go hand-in-hand. And, it's no secret that I am or have been disappointed by Boeing for some time because they just don't have any interesting planes in design channels and are about to kill-off the best airplane that ever flew, the 747. But, somewhere down the line, they will get back on track after they stop playing with composit material and determine that they have the new space age material already.  Design is the next step to get back on track. There is more to it than it being that simple. It's just that I'm getting old and I want to see as much of the next generation aircraft that I can while I can still kick dust instead of pushing it up.

Somethings just are not meant to be. Fate is funny like that. You might as well laugh. No sense in being or getting in a dither over things. I could have seen the new 737-800 MAX that Boeing flew into Love Field yesterday. It had the Boeing paint and those magical word on its side: Experimental. It will have those words on its side, until the FAA certifies the air frame to be air worthy, which should be about this same time next year if some part doesn't fall off or something mechanical like that breaks. It was brought into Love to Southwest for them to gawk at since Southwest will be getting the first one. I've got pictures of the 787 Dream liner that came into DFW a while back. All my photo buddies were all lined up to get shots as it come into DFW on 18 L or 18 R. At the last minute ( like they didn't know ahead of time) the ACT switched it over a couple of miles to the east on 17L,or 17C, or 17R. I could not tell from that distance which one it was lined up with. American had the big show set up in the hangers on that side of the field rather than on the west side of the field at their other Maintenance hanger.

Southwest did the same, but trying to get a shot on those days when they plan on purpose to keep you at bay just isn't worth it to me at my age. Even when I have been a fan of Herb and Gary since Herb's napkins days,so I stayed home. I was going to go over to Love and watch it take off and get some good shots today. I missed the departure by 21 minutes. AARGH! When I checked the status the flight was already crossing the Oklahoma line on its way to Chicago.
 
Now, yesterday, I posted the post about the Amtrak trains and the Union Pacific freight trains that roll through this little California town nestled into the Sierra Nevada Mountains. What I didn't mention in that post is that I have been having a laugh fest about where the Amtrack train looses so much time in Nevada. There is a little town called Winnemucca, Nevada. I'm always kidding myself when the station boards clicks and says that the train will be late by so many minutes. And it hasn't even left the station in Winnemucca yet. I say  what when amucca in Winnemucca?  As it is, it seems that there are a lot of freight trains switching in that area and being in the mountains, pulling 100-110 car trains with eight locomotives is totall y because of the mountains. That's why the UP built the Big Boys in the 1930s. It takes power to come across the mountains. But, Winnemucca must be a good little town and I enjoy having a little fun  at their expense when it's not their fault.

So, today, while I am looking at the stats for N8704Q, the Boeing 737-800 Max that had just taken off from Love Field, I was looking at where the plane had been. It had come to Dallas from Denver.
Looking back farther, It has been hanging out at Pinal Air park (KMZJ) near Marana, Arizona and had gotten there from Boeing Field International, Seattle. But before going to  Denver, it had left Pinal Air park and had last been seen----get this----near Winnemucca, NV. of all places on the globe for that plane to run a flight test to and then back to Pinal, had me in tears, my stomach was hurting from laughing so hard that I just shut down the computer for a bit and sat here at the desk shaking my head. Fate had gotten the last laugh! And I knew it.

The activity log reads:




UnknownPinal Air park ()Near Winnemucca, NV 01:53PM MST Last seen 04:18PM MDT 1:25

You couldn't make this stuff up if you tried. I had said in a previous post that a mail truck was an equal opportunity pumper and what do I see but an actual fire pumper at the gas station getting gas a couple of days later ....not just any pump at the station, but the one right behind me. Two feet away.

Now, to get even with me for laughing and saying, "what went amucca in Winnemucca,?"  The closest airport to my house and one where I could have gotten the best shot departs ahead of time and had the activity log rubbing it into my face with the  word, Winnemucca!.  Don't tell me that Fate isn't also a practical joker. I've got the proof now!☺☺


If you would like to see the picture of the plane in the Boeing Experimental paint that was on the plane here at Southwest hangers at Love, the link is included here:

 http://flightaware.com/photos/aircraft/N8704Q

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