My next trip report will hopefully be up fairly soon - It's taking a while to write because every free moment I get is fairly short because of my brother. This eve I'm hoping to get a little more done but I'm also probably going to watch something with the folks. Hopefully it'll be up soon though!
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I won't leave them alone!
What do I mean with this title for the trip report? Easy. What won't I leave alone at all at this point in time? Give yourself a creamy cooler if you got the answer that I was hoping for - trams! More specifically, GWR trams. I needed 15 of them before the start of this day trip on the 6th of October, a Thamesline Rover with Dad and Nathan. It was a free Saturday and with me really wanting to lower my tram requirements, Dad wanting to get 43189 and Nathan just wanting to get some of his trams that he needs (I think that before this trip he needed over 50 GWR ones), we decided to go for this. We wanted to maximize the use out of the rover so starting early and finishing fairly late seemed like a good plan and on the 5th of October, Nathan came for a sleepover so we could head out to Didcot at stupid o' clock in the morning. And sure enough, morning came and we all piled into the car for 05:50, the sort of time that I'm getting used to in order to get trams!
It was a dull morning drive and we got to Didcot with about 15 minutes until the 07:17 to Paddington. We had no gen today so we were just hoping that we would all get a lot of winners. We headed straight to the ticket office where Dad got one adult, two-child return to Reading with a Family & Friends railcard and also got the Thamesline while we were there. All were issued without issue and it was only after half of the trip that we noticed something really cool. The Thamesline also had the Fam & Friends discount on, costing about £3 for Nat and I, with only about £8 for Dad. Bargain!
We headed up to the platforms and got the numbers of stuff in the yard before walking to the Swindon end of the platform so both powercars could be got. An early morning Bristol train appeared with one of my winners on meaning that dad had to get his work phone out (huge bulky think but it has quick access to the internet) to see what it was due back on. I was really irritated to hear that after working the Temple Meads train, it heads straight off to St Phillips Marsh depot. From here, it was untraceable but with the next tram leaving the depot 45 minutes after it was due in and the one after that not until the next day, I knew that 43028 was ungettable. This annoyed dad as well, who needed both of them for the centaury having not had either of them since the 1980s. After watching the glistening blue set fade away into the distance, we began discussing the day. It was decided that we would take the first set to Reading in order to get the next onward to try and get another winner for one of us.
Eventually, we saw headlights through the fog, which had been lingering for ages giving us a clear indication that we were either in the Thames Valley or the Vale of York so I got ready to get the numbers of the powercars. 'You've got to be kidding me' I thought as I leapt in the air. Winner
43012, the one that I saw at Swindon on the last day of my FOSS, was leading the train to Paddington! This meant that dud
43087 was on the back but the first train of the day had a winner for both Nat and I on (both 012) and a winner for the centaury for dad (the same one). Not bad at all!
We all sat in the rear coach of the set in a bay of four on the very lightly loaded service. It was still fairly dark out side, the fog not helping, but it didn't slow the progress of our pair down and we were all soon bailing at Book Central, also known as Reading. Because it was a few minutes late, we only had a quarter of an hour wait here until the 07:45 from Temple Meads. No locos were seen while waiting and we were all glad to see double duds
43190 and
43042 approaching. I know that both of these were duds for him and dad needed neither for the centaury either. So, for all three of us, 'These are not the trams you're looking for'. I don't think I need to say what I was partly quoting! Like the previous service, this one was very lightly loaded but, with more to see out of the window, Nathan abandoned us to go to the droplight for some tram thrash. I remained with dad to be soche and we chatted for most of the journey there. One of my winners decided to torture me at Old Oak by waiting at a signal either going to or from Paddington. Darn 43030! I couldn't get the rear powercar because it was obscured by 43125 (thankfully not required). My eyesight had shifted over to a different spot of the depot after seeing that the back one didn't want itself to be known and I'm glad that it did because 57603 was in the yard, clearing my GWR 57s for sight. 47832 (hellfire!) was at Southall and lots of duds at Acton, along with 59103, another score. It was the usual slow approach to Paddington and both Nathan and I were scribing lots of powercar numbers as we entered the platforms at Paddington. None of them jumped out at me as required and 43189 wasn't one of them there so it was all down to the powercars at the blocks. If they were dud for me and Railway Heritage Trust wasn't one of them then we would either go out on the next one or wait for one of Nathans winners. Our set arrived on platform 3, next to 43150's set and while Dad and Nathan walked behind, I ran ahead a little (I got to the front powercar about 15 seconds before the other two) and the second I saw something on the front powercar, I signaled for the other two to get on the set with dud
43150 leading immedietly. What had I seen on the rear powercar of the 08:18 to Exeter? A nameplate that stands out from all of the others because it just looks... different. That nameplate? Railway Heritage Trust. Yep. It was dud
43189 with 150! Dad had cleared his GWR trams!
Dad was thrilled to get it so soon in the day and we all wandered back up the platform that we had just walked down and got a comfy bay of 4 in coach B. With this one out of the way for dad, this just left 43311, 43315, 43367, 43468 and the dreaded 43013 to clear the HSTs, having already had the scrapped ones. Good luck to him I say although I think that the Network Rail one will be quite hard. I think that it might be down to me sending a glowing letter or e-mail to Network Rail
. That actually isn't a bad idea *starts thinking about what to write*. Maybe Dear Network Rail, please can I have a ride on your NMT? Oh, and while I'm at it, please can you scrap all of the 220s, 221s and 222s? Definitely not! Maybe
.
Bang on time at 08:18, the pair began thrashing there way towards Book central, The Desert, 08801 land (08801 was the old shunter for Taunton) and eventually Exeter. The race to Reading was fun and Nathan managed to get a winner 59 for him at Acton. Not to mention the fact that he had already had 2 winner powercars today so far, 43189 being the second. It arrived on the Berks and Hants platforms with a good 5 minutes until it was due out so we wandered down to see Dad's final powercar. I got a fair few photos of it, seeing 43092 on the other platform heading to Paddington. Dud! That was until I saw the rear powercar of it, 43155, one of them with a very long and good-looking nameplate ('The red arrows' on the top layer with '50 seasons of excellence' below it.). The chase is on!
One in, one out. by
fishquinn1, on Flickr
We decided that there are three trains that could be caught back to London in order to safely get onto it, not yet knowing what it would come back out on. These are the 08:52, which was running about 7 late, the 08:56 or the 09:02. We headed over to the other platform and much to my surprise, the first one to arrive (the 08:56 from Hereford) had winner
43009 leading with dud
43154 on the back! 154 was a winner for Nathan (I think) so he was happy and I was very happy (as was dad as 009 was a winner for the centaury for him)! Two down, thirteen to go for me! This service was much busier than any of the others that we had been on but I guess that it's the sort of time that Mr. and Mrs. Joe Normal would be coming into the capital to waste there money on clothes that cost a few hundred quid and loads of other stuff that you could get much cheaper anywhere else. Now a Thamesline? That's great value for money! No-one was standing in the vestibule that we were in so windows down and tram thrash again for the half hour journey, stopping at Slough en route. I know that it isn't pronounced like I'm about to say it, but I've just got to. Sluff, Bruff and Luff Bruff (Slough, Brough and Loughbrough!). Once the tram left Reading, I saw another of my winners in the other platform forming the 08:58 to Bristol. According to RTT, 43134 should be back along later working the 12:11 from Reading to Padd so it gives us yet another thing to aim for!
43139 decided to torture me at Old Oak this time and I knew that it wouldn't be coming out later because it had no stock or even another powercar attached to it as it moved around the depot. It was quite cool to see for the few moments that we were there. Eventually the tram set finished its journey from Tech's local station and arrived at London Paddington. 43155 was waiting to leave and a quick check of boards and destination slips of paper in the windows told us that it was on the 09:45 to Swansea in 15 minutes. This gave us perfect time to head over to the Sainsbury's at the station and get some brekky. Nathan didn't want anything but Dad and I did but couldn't choose between a Saussie one or a Bacon one. In the end dad chose for both of us, getting one of each! If in doubt then get both! Although it kind of did backfire at me as I had agreed to get breakfast. Oh well, it wasn't much more expensive. We decided to get a seat on the Swansea bound now and eat them then so we wandered up to coach B again and left Nathan to do some window hanging while we got a bay of two and began tucking in to a very tasty breakfast. I highly recommend them to anyone who finds themselves at Paddington and wants some breakfast! Even better when you are sitting in a seat with winner
43155 up front and dud
43092 at the back! Another off the list means that I'm now up to three winners for the day and Nathan at five, this set being a double winner for him. Dad was at 1 but was very glad at that, especially since he had 4 winners for the centaury including 189 and 155, his fourth. All this and it wasn't even 10:00 yet!
En route, dad checked RTT yet again in order to see what sort of connection we would have at Reading onto a train back. It's a +3 to a +5 onto the 10-15 minutes past, an ex Bristol, which gets back to Paddington a few minutes before the 45 minutes past to Swansea was due away. This meant that we could do one return trip per hour if we stuck to the Swansea trains out and Bristol trains back. And that's exactly what we did with a quick platform change at Reading onto duds
43197 and 43004 although I hadn't had 004 in ages. This one was very full and we ended up standing in the buffet for the ride back. Well, at least Dad and I did. Nathan was in the fairly full vestibule doing window hanging while we were in the empty buffet chatting. I think it was a much more pleasant ride for dad and I than Nathan. I know that 43004 was a score for Nathan but 197 definitely isn't as all three of us have had that one on numerous occasions since 2013, when it was a winner for me. The ride was uneventful and soon it was choosing time again at Paddington! There were none of my winners there at the time so I rolled it over to Dad and Nathan to choose. Or I could of had I not have seen a certain powercar at the blocks. No, it wasn't a winner. Yes, it was a dud (Look at me stating the obvious! Who do I think I am, some Tory MP that we all didn't vote for? And that's why they're in power!) but this particular powercar was one for dad. I thought that he'd cleared his GWR trams I hear you saying. He had but there were two trams that he really wanted to get today. 43189 and 43053. Why 053? It was just below 950 miles before today so it would be possible to get dad's first 43 for 1,000 miles with this one. So, sticking to the Swansea circuit, we boarded the 10:45 with duds for us all 43196 and 43053. Since this was on a service to Swansea, it would be a long time until it was due back so we weren't sure if dad would be able to clear it for the magical thou' today or not. A check of RTT on dad's phone en route shown that it should be back on the 17:02 out of Reading. We were planning on getting back to Didcot fairly late anyway.
12:11 was rapidly approaching but if the 11:10 was made from Reading then we should be able to get another run in before 43134 makes another appearance. Unfortunately this lost a bit of time en route and arrived just after a double dud set had left to Paddington. Oh well, at least it gave us a chance to get some lunch while in Reading! We knew where we were going to get lunch before we even knew that we were doing a Thamesline (at Reading, there is only one place to get lunch) so after exiting the station, we followed dad on the 10-15 minute walk through Reading town center to a little shop which I almost walked past before dad called me back. This shops name? Sweeney and Todd. I'm sure you all want to know what they sell now. Pies. Of virtually any flavour. There were also Pork Pies there that were about the same size as a basket ball if not bigger and I'm not over exaggerating. There were loads and loads of options but eventually I chose a Pork and Apple one, Nathan a 'Spotted cow' (one of he specials. It tasted amazing from the tiny bit that I had but I can't for the life of me remember what was in it) and Dad went for a pasty and a Chicken, Chilli and Chorizo pie, to have the pie later or the next day. Oh, and the size of the pie? It fills you up with just a pie, let alone anything else! I recommend this as high as a 142 bounce, which would probably give you altitude sickness (I don't know - I've never traveled on one!). I wonder which types of sickness a pacer would give you. Quite a few come to mind at this moment in time.
1. Altitude sickness from the bounce
2. Travel sickness because you're moving
3. Land sickness (sea sickness but on land) because of the bounce and because you're moving side to side
4. Throwing up because of the smell inside (not sure how it is but I'm guessing that it's bad)
5. Being deafened by the sound of the brakes (ok, not technically a sickness but it is a bad condition)
And finally 6. Throwing up because of the sight of the front of the train.
But try and forget about that and enjoy your Sweeney and Todd's Pie! We wandered back via a different route, down a short little alley and through Smiths, as I needed a new trainspotting pen or pens. If you got three of the pen that I wanted then it was cheaper than just getting two so I got two. Simple maths would say that it's a pound difference and in a store, that means it's good! No, I'm not stupid. We're talking about Smiths so most things are the other way round. Of course I got 3. It is a huge store and one of the biggest Smiths that I've seen. I wonder where Mr. Smith lives as there is definitely enough room in this whole building, which you entered on one side of Reading, walk past the checkouts, magazines, pens, model railways, books, checkouts and more check outs before exiting in the other side of Reading, very close to the station. Going the different way back shaved about 5 minutes off the journey time, even with the stop for pens and walking through some kind of portal in Smiths to get to the other side of the town, which definitely made a difference and gave us about 20 minutes until what should be 134. Dad got himself a coffee in the main concourse and while we were waiting for him, I noticed something that I really wasn't expecting. 43027 and 43028 had made an appearance again on their way to Paddington now! They must have come out of Phillips marsh 45 minutes after going in, which is something very strange and unexpected. Although it does give me another winner out of Padd fairly soon so that is a major upside! We headed to the end of the platform that the 12:11 from Bristol was booked off and waited for it, us all beginning on the monster pies. They tasted absolutely stunning with mine having loads of pork chunks in with applesauce and it was filled to the brim all the way around. I'm guessing that the diameter of the pies is 6-7 inches and 1.5 inches thick and well worth the money (£3.50-£4). While I ate, I began to have a thought about our train and an observation that I'd made earlier. No. It can't be right. There's no way. Is there? Oh, get out of town! Absolutly hellfire! Flipping hell! Winner 43134 and winner 43030! It's the pair that I'd seen at Old Oak earlier in the day when I could ID 030 at the west end but not 134 at the east. I had then seen 134 on the rear of the Bristol train at Reading but couldn't ID the front one, which would have been 030! Excellent!
We all finished our pies (or pasty in dads case) off on board, dad and I getting seats, Nathan in the vestibule because that's what he'd prefer to do with the dud and winner, 030 being the winner for him out of them. Again, we had no idea what 028 would be on out of Paddington so a very quick check would be needed once there. Guess what it was on? The 45 minutes past to Swansea! We seem to be on this turn a lot today, that's for sure! I'm glad it was this one as it gave us an easy enough +4 onto dud 43027 and winner 43028. As stated earlier, 43028 was required for the centaury for dad, him not having had it since the 1980s. Just like me, Nat also needed 43028 for haulage so was happy about our choice (not that that'd stop him moaning. 'Darn. I wish it was two winners. I never get anything. You've had loads more trams than me' It's so unfair'.). Even if he said that he didn't want to take it though, I'd drag him on by the scruff of his neck in order to get it. That or just leave him on the platforms at Paddington. What a good friend I am (actually I am a good friend. I will have left him at Padd if he didn't want to take it so he could wait for a winner).
Wanting to stick to the Swansea services, we saw that there were two options back from Reading this time. The late running 12:52 from the Desert and the 13:11 from Temple Meads. They arrived on platforms 9 and 10 respectively (those not familiar with the Reading station layout, get down there now and do some tram bashing. Come on, I'm waiting . Seriously though, platforms 9 and 10 are an island platform). This meant that we had a choice between the two, both being double duds for me. Because of this, the ex B&H service was chosen because it was the one that had arrived first and would leave first with duds 43032 and 43191, neither being a winner for the centaury for dad. This pair did indeed leave Reading before the other two and were soon gaining speed for the scream towards London. Just after Old Oak, we saw 66753 crossing a bridge, which led to a quick questioning of the usual 'does anyone need that blue death?' It was quickly established that it was duds for us all and by quick, I mean before the set arrived at Padd. I saw 43129 at the end of one of the platforms and was hoping that it would be on the front of our service away (the Swansea again) because it's my favorite GWR tram. A quick nip over to one of the platforms, taking a quick look of the departure boards as we quickly walked to the quick tram set that would quickly whisk us away to Reading where we would have to be quick in order to get onto another quick HST back shown us which set would be heading to Wales next. Duds 43129 (yay for me) and 43069, still together from my FoSS. A certain tram powercar that we had flagged earlier in the day was meant to be on the service back from Book central, which was a winner for Nathan and dad (for the centaury). This is a powercar that dad regularly confused with 43053 in the respect of it being his high mileage one when it was really at the other end of the scale. The one we were after is one that I've had twice before, once one a Cardiff to Newport leap when I did the WAG trip in 1st and the other time from Bath to Bristol during my FoSS when it was meant to be a set with a winner. You're right if you thought I was talking about 43056, which was at the rear of the 14:14 to Paddington being led by dud 43141. So basically you're wrong unless you're Sheldon Cooper who has an eidetic memory. And I'm not wrong about that fact. 'I don't have a photographic memory, I have an eidetic memory'.
The run to Padd was the same as usual except that we lost a few minutes en route. Coupled with the fact that it was about 5 minutes late leaving Reading, the 45 minutes past to Swansea left Paddington about two minutes before we arrived, making the next service the 15:00 to Temple Meads. Since there was only two sets in the platform, we thought that the other one would be heading out on the Temple Meads and the one that we had just arrived on being on the 15:06 to PZ. Strangely, it was 056 and 041 on the Temple Meads (10 minute turn around time) train. This meant that the other one would be on the PZ service so we headed to the barriers and put our tickets through the barriers to find they wouldn't work, even though we had tried several times that day already. We then showed the tickets to the barrier staff and asked to be let through. He then asked where we were going! This was met with dad saying that we were going to Reading on the 15:06 to Penzance, pointing to the tram set in the platform as he did so. They then told us to wait in the concourse! They hate it when the passengers know more than them don't they! Because of this, they must get annoyed a lot because the Paddington barrier staff are. How shall we put it? Bad at their jobs? Yep. We walked back to the concourse to obey orders but were there for a couple of seconds as we just walked to the other set of barriers and were let through no questions asked. Then, a few moments after walking up the platform, the service was announced and sure enough, it was duds 43186 and 43165 powering us away. A table seat duly sourced, we were soon on our way back to Reading.
After baling there, we all decided that it was time for a drink and with Costa queuing out of the door (can't think what drink I would have got there...), we went upstairs to Frothbucks (cheers Tech!) so dad and Nat could have a coffee, me going for one of there frozen drinks which, although rubbish compared to Costa's would have to do because of the queue. Or not... I asked for mine and was told that because of a freezer problem, they couldn't serve any ice drinks. Hello Costa, how are you? One Belgian Choccy creamy cooler later (the queue had died down a lot by the time I had got there), I was back up on the footbridge with Dad and Nathan, who were still outside Starbucks with their coffees. I can't help but think that Starbucks, an American coffee shop (the first one opening in Seattle. Oh, and yea. I've seen it) got its name because of one of the American words for dollars, bucks. I'm guessing they intended for it to be very expensive, and they did that well enough! The star probably refers to the fact that you would have to go to at least Proxima Centauri in order to get enough cash to buy something from there. But back to drinking creamy coolers and coffee. I let dad have a sip of my drink (I didn't ask for payment. How nice am I? ) and he said that it was really nice but he couldn't say anymore because of an observation that Nathan had just made. The green tram set arriving on a Paddington service. We had seen them earlier in the day while on a blue tram but dad's check on RTT made us all think that it had gone to Swansea. Nope, only Bristol as it was duds for me, winners for Nathan and the front powercar being required for dad for the centuary... 43188 and 43187! I bet you thought I was going to give you an example of a different pair that were green and worked for GWR.
We boarded and unlike the last time that I'd had the set, it was virtually empty, us 3 being the only people in the coach, or as Mary Cooper would say, us 4 (Me, dad, Nathan and the Lord ). On my previous journey, I didn't notice that the tables are now very smart and, as I saw on the last time, the seats were excellent. Dad also liked in interior, as did Nathan, who stayed with us at the bay of four for the excellent journey. Now I think about it, that journey was probably the nicest of the day between Reading and Paddington as we all had a nice chat in an empty carriage which was done up really well. I'd never thought I'd say this but well done GWR (another Sheldon one from TBBT)! We saw another two 66s on the way back, sadly neither of them 66103, which was still at Toton, or 66200, which was still in South Wales.
Nathan left us for the vestibule at Southall but dad and I continued talking until Paddington and after seeing that there wasn't anything on the right hand side (we arrived on platform 2), we shifted over to the other side. Dad asked me which one next just before numbers were viewable but the moment I saw the sets, I knew. "That one", I said pointing to a set the other side of the station. I immediately headed to the vestibule to tell Nat which one we were going for and he seemed happy enough as after checking at the blocks, it was a double winner for him. It was also revealed that winner 43097 and dud 43026 were on the fairly full 16:21 to Hereford
meaning it would stop at Slough. Oh well, I've got another winner (as had dad with 43097)!
We all stood in the vestibule for this run getting some tram thrash as it raced down the line, emptying out a bit at Slough. It then sped on, getting to Reading on time, which was lucky as the service that we wanted to get back was due in just under 15 minutes time. It didn't have a winner for any of us on but there was one huge reason that we really wanted to get this particular set...
Again! Welcome back 43053 and 43196! As you may remember, this is one of the sets that we had earlier in the day pushing 43053 just under 1,000 miles for dad. Well, on this 36 mile run, by airport junction Dad had cleared his first tram powercar for the magical thou'. A huge congratulations are in order me thinks!
Arrival at Padd was on time and after leaving the very rear coach of the set, we crossed the footbridge and down onto the platform for the 17:45 to Carmarthen, which was due out in just under 15 minutes time. The front powercar was observed as dud 43183 and for some reason I recognized the number. It must be one that we had earlier in the day or it could have been a winner for me on my FoSS. Who knows? I decided to run down the platform to get the rear powercar of the set and about two coaches before the powercar, it hit me. I remembered why I recognized 183. It all came flooding back to me and I leaped in the air after seeing the rear powercar, winner 43176. This was the set that I had seen going onto Old Oak earlier in the day! I sprinted back up to Dad and Nathan, who were waiting outside the front coach to tell them the good news...
But they'd worked it out at the same time as me! Probably because I had yelled out in annoyance of seeing 176 at OOC earlier in the day when dad was on the phone to mum. I'd got another one in for the day!
We all got a seat on 'The Red Dragon' and waited for it to breath fire and begin flying down the line. What the heck am I on about? The 17:45 from Paddington (to Carmarthen) is one of the 'named trains' and it's called the red dragon. I hope that cleared things up. Anyway, the ride between the two stations seemed to be getting longer as the day progressed but the ride was longer on this particular journey. We arrived at Reading 5 late, just in time to see the 11 minutes past to Paddington leave. Departure boards checked. Departure boards checked again. Departure boards checked yet again. The next train wasn't for another half hour! We were all getting thirsty now though so dad told me to go and get drinks, and that he'll get choccy.
"Two medium strawberries and cream creamy coolers please." Oh stop me!
Nathan didn't want anything at that moment in time so with a creamy cooler sourced for myself and my father, we all headed over to platforms 9 and 10 to have the choccy (I got a mars duo) and creamy coolers while waiting for the tram. It came in on time but moments after seeing the front powercar, I had a Leonard Hofstadter moment. 'Awwwwww'! Duds for the day 43032 and 43191 to Paddington!
We had seen one of Nathan's winners earlier in the day working a service to Plymouth and the plan was to get it back to Didcot later in the day after the 19:06 to Plymouth, which we would take to Reading. Unfortunately, it was a rubbish run on 032 and 191, stuck behind a stupid cart for most of the journey and then also behind a 332 after Airport Junction. The crawl to the terminus of the Great Western Railway was not an enjoyable one, especially since a winner set for the day (double duds) passed us about 4 minutes before arrival working the service to Plymouth. This meant that we would have to go for Nathan's winner right the way out to Didcot on the 19:15 to the poor bird trapped out at sea: Swansea. Sure enough, it was double duds 43002 and 43126, 002 being the winner for Nathan that was working the service that we only just made.
The service behind this one at Reading also stopped at Didcot so, in order to get a new set for the day in, we decided to bale for this. 002 very quickly went from Nathan's winner to Nathan's favorite tram because of the thrash that he got from it. He was stood right next to the loco, so close that he could touch the damn thing, and really enjoyed the journey, even though part of it was a stop/start. Which part? Well basically, in the platforms at Slough was a dead 165 set, just blocking the fast lines. It looked completely non responsive when we passed, crossing over at the brilliantly named junction, Dolphin junction. From here it was onto the slow lines but only for a short while, crossing back over at the next junction. From here it was a thrashtastic ride to Reading, where we left with 9 minutes to spare until the 19:59 was due in. It should have been longer but it looks like they cleared the carts from the platform at Slough so double duds 43124 and 43022 had a clear run straight through to at least Didcot, where we left after a truly wonderful day.
We headed back to the car and had to decide what to do for dinner now. The Cherwell valley service station was chosen and after a little kip in the car (I don't know what it is about a long day and a dark car that just makes me tiered.) I got out, had a meal at Burgerching and driven home.
That's 8 winner tram powercars in the day with a mere 7 GWR ones remaining. 024/093/139/142/159/162/194. The hunt isn't over. It's just beginning...
Feel free to tell him that too!