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sparkarrestor · 13 days
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Glug Glug
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littlewestern · 11 months
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EMD E5 9912A ("Silver Meteor") drawn by Charles Schultz for the Snoopy Railroad Trains Coloring Book from 1980.
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engineer-gunzelpunk · 8 months
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VR R-Class R700
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... he got better...
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theyellowroseofsodor · 10 months
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Today marks 100 YEARS of the Alaska Railroad!! We were so happy to be able to attend, not to mention it was in our humble little village of Nenana. It was pretty awesome to see the diesel engine The Spirit of Seward and to see the Golden Spikes hammered in. It was quite the eventful day!
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edwardthomasnw · 5 months
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Again sidetracked myself into a bit of research - this time on Donald & Douglas.
Been trying off-and-on for a while to figure out their Caley numbers, and found that the LMS versions of their BR numbers belonged to two of the four 30 Class engines.
And they look rather different to the remainder of the 812s/652s (eBay link but the only photo I could find of one)
Since The Twins have their numbers and look like the regular engines, I guess they're just extra 652s that exist in 30 & 31's place
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vanhelsingapologist · 4 months
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Publishing has always been a fucking nightmare, but now it’s a layer of hell. It’s not enough that writers be good at what they do. Writers have to maintain an active social media presence and cultivate a following. Be available.
They have to be conventionally attractive enough to look good enough to see on a screen, aesthetically pleasing, kind, funny, up-to-date on trends, socially aware but not so controversial that they turn off a brand from California from slapping their discount code on a video promoting a book.
They have to do all of this with no media training, with little help from the companies that are supposed to be doing this for them.
Of course, a lot of this isn't possible for say, the 40-something mother of two who teaches English at a school and writes on the side. She’s boxed out of an already complex industry that already has enough walls.
On some level, I think authors have always marketed themselves a little, but we’ve reached such a crazy point where we’re demanding the author become the influencer. Accessibility in publishing has narrowed from an inch to a sliver. And that inch was hard enough to get in as is.
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thetarttfuldickhead · 10 months
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Okay but like, Roy and Jamie weren’t exactly subtle about loathing each other, were they? They fought each other on the pitch and badmouthed each other on TV, none of that keep it quiet for the sake of the team shit for these extra boys, yeah? My point is, anyone who knows anything about English football knows that Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt used to hate each other, right?
So obviously, at some point, during some press conference or post game interview, someone needs to bring this fact up. Maybe it’s as early as after the 2x06 match, because Ted might well have insisted Roy and Jamie be the ones to front that, both because it was them that won that game and because he figures it’ll promote ~their bond~ or some such. Could be later too, after the headbutt/hug thing, or later still, once the pictures of Jamie and Roy’s early morning excursions start doing the rounds on social media.
Doesn’t matter much when, really, only that someone – maybe from the tabloids because they’re a vicious lot – would ask: “Roy, just weeks before you joined the Richmond coaching staff you said, and I quote, ‘Jamie Tartt is a muppet and I hope he dies of the incurable condition of being a little bitch’. Today you described him as the most important player on the field. What has changed?”
And maybe the room goes a bit quiet at that, oooh he fucking went there, and what the hell is going to happen now, but Jamie only cocks his head to the side, making a face but looking at Roy all amused like. “You said that about me? That hurts me feelings, Coach.”
And Roy rolls his eyes, exasperated but in too good a mood after the win to be really annoyed. “Yeah, well, as it turns out the condition was only mostly incurable, wasn’t it?”
And Jamie goes aaaw and the press goes um okay and it doesn’t really explain anything, only adds to the ever-evolving legend of what the fuck is up with Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt.
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babisawyer · 11 months
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Ben coming back to the cabin to see yet another cannibalistic ritual
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canisalbus · 7 months
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I've got to say, I've been doing a lot of research on Italy recently and I literally can't stop thinking about your boys. I'm over here trying to read about whatever Crusade and my brain is just a constant loop of "isn't Machete a cardinal? And Vasco was from like Verona, right?" Not super conducive to learning anything, but I am enjoying myself and thought you should know.
Thank you for your lovely art and for sharing your darlings <33
That's adorable ;^; But also sorry the lads keep distracting you, hah.
I'd argue that getting invested in your characters and their stories and having to do background research for them is actually a great way to accumulate knowledge about various subjects. Often it's stuff you probably would never get around to reading about otherwise. I'm not saying it's always information you'll have many practical uses for, but learning about new things is fun and it's beneficial to you and your brain in the long run.
Vasco is from Florence actually! It's usually considered to be the birthplace and the main hub of the entire Renaissance movement. Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli and Michelangelo lived and influenced there and Dante Alighieri (author of The Divine Comedy/Dante's Inferno) was florentine as well, albeit he lived several centuries prior to them.
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weirdowithaquill · 4 months
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Fish in An Engine's Tank? It's More Likely Than You Think:
So, recently I wrote a story for my 'The World Famous Engine' fic (read here) which focused on the Flying Scotsman getting fish and weeds into his tanks, which clogged up his injector.
While on the surface, this sounds like a rehash of 'Thomas Goes Fishing' from Season 1, it's actually a rehash of a real-life event that happened to 60103 Flying Scotsman in 1958.
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The story of the original incident goes as such: back in the late 1950s, the Flying Scotsman worked on the ex-GCR mainline through Leicester. On the way to London, the injectors failed one after the other, leading to pandemonium on the footplate as they were forced to basically drop the fire at speed and try desperately to get the injectors working again before their engine blew up with a full express. You can imagine their relief when the water started flowing again!
And despite all of this, they were only five minutes late to Marylebone!
The reason for this absolutely frantic and tense few minutes? Well, the outlet pipes from the tender to the injector were protected by wire mesh, which was absolutely clogged with algae and weeds! And then they managed to extract roughly three buckets worth of live fish - and not little minnows, I'm talking bream and rudd - from Flying Scotsman's tender!
And the cherry on top? The fireman, Ken Issett, recalls a lady who said to the crew: "Thank you for my safe journey."
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Yeah, this actually happened. The world's most famous engine was very nearly destroyed by some weeds and fish.
But how did the fish get into Flying Scotsman's tender? The answer lies in where railways got their water supply from: anywhere and everywhere. Railways needed a lot of water in an era when pump infrastructure and feed-water was treated a lot less carefully. Furthermore, a lot of railways (in the UK at least) also owned canals, which they would simply take the water from and use. The water was moved to water towers via either gravity or pumps, and then stored before being loaded into the engine's tanks. And the pipes were big, to handle the amount of water required by steam railways.
Some firemen from the era recall using homemade rods to go fishing in tenders and water towers and catching fish! Others recalled the fact that they disliked going into the water tanks to clean and inspect unless they were ordered to. One account literally says:
'The bigger tanks were best, not the smaller side tanks. Better than the canal, though.’
Another said:
‘On Friday afternoons they had trouble finding cleaners because we were all up in the water tank with rafts!’
From this, I'm pretty sure we can all agree that Thomas getting a fish in his tank after having to use a bucket is surprising, not because there was a fish in his tank, but because it wasn't pumped in months ago! Apparently steam locomotives were just massive, unwilling fish tanks.
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Considering this, it's a real wonder that there weren't more stories about fish causing an absolute menace on the railways!
For those who want to read the article this is based on, here is the hyperlink and the URL:
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sparkarrestor · 11 months
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littlewestern · 2 months
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I have a feeling you might get a kick out of this. I also take offense to the writers of this sign calling a simple articulated a mallet but nit-picking this sign isn't the reason I'm here.
oh this is going directly into my #vehicles with signs tag!
I love when the signs are written from the perspective of the engines themselves. There's something so charming about how in love with these machines we are that we want to imagine that if they could express themselves, they'd do so like this. Extremely cute.
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engineer-gunzelpunk · 10 months
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Is Heavy Harry Doomed? The Age, 09 Sep 1957
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Heavy Harry at the Newport scrap roads; despanked and stripped of his plates, 1958
Fain I would climb, though I fear to fall.-Sir Walter Raleigh
Heavy Harry was officially withdrawn on 30th of April 1958, having had his final run in 1956 from Seymour to Melbourne. The VR had been set on scrapping him for a number of years, his boiler had been deteriorating and he was due for another overhaul; fortunately, the preservation movement was rising.
He was rescued by Gerald A. Dee, a former engineman in 1961; placed outside of the VR Technical college, then in the new North Williamstown Railway Museum from 1962 to the present day.
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shelli-gator · 9 months
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I unrealed myself. Cringe is dead here's my train sona! With a MONDO FUCKING LAMP BABY. 💡☀️
Shelli the Wynberg Tender, they're a new build version that's a combination of all the CGR/South African Railway Class 3s. Their Cape Gauge wheels were replaced with larger, standard gauge wheels to conform to the North Western Railway standard, because you bet your ass that's where I wanna be.
Refs below!
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bugslap · 2 years
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Mister Franky, ex train engineer turned farrier and horse breeder. unfortunately he names both his trains and his horses after the Battle Frankies line…you kind of have to figure out which is which
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