@...Elepski: Agreed. When I was a kid, the High Museum in Atlanta had an exhibit called “The Machine Age”. They brought a Streamliner into the frikkin museum and we kids could climb on it. It was polished to the nines, and painted red and silver. I’d had never seen anything like it. Pure sex, at least as close to it as a train can get. Everything in this exhibit was aerodynamic. Iron, blenders, dinner tables, lawn mowers, cars, playground equipment, ovens. Hell, it didnt matter in the late 40’s, early 50’s. “It’s never gonna fly, but we’ll make it look like it is.” Really cool exhibit. Wish they’d bring it back. I love the good old days. Ahhhhhhh, nostalgia.

@...dusturd:
But we already know, when they finally said “traintime”, you’d thought that Jesus Christ hisself
Was rollin down the line.
Cause things got real quiet, Mama jerked me back,
But not before I got the chance
To lay a nickel on the track, woo!
Look out, here she comes, she’s comin,
Look out, there she goes, she’s gone.
Screamin straight thru Texas
Like a mad-dog cyclone.

Awesome! I was listening to this song when I posted earlier. Long live Guy Clark!

I taped a tube of toothpaste to the track one time. It was pretty humorous.