Sun Chariot
Established Member
OK, so we indulge in a pastime that comes with a healthy dollop of teeth gnashing frustration at times. Be it track bashing, train chasing, photography or modelling, we know the "ARGH!!" factor is part of the package. So this thread is: what incident sticks out most in your mind?
For me, autumn 1984 and a journey up from the sunny south to the S&C, to witness the last whistles of the class 40s still in service. Up the WCML and, on approaching Carlisle, I was telling my fellow travellers to come over to my side of the carriage to check out the AC Roarers. I wondered why they weren't responding - and I turned round to see them, cameras hanging out of door droplights and clicking furiously, just as we rolled past a pair of filthy blue Whistlers... Never did get the photo, coz all the windows were bagged; and I never did see another 40 in revenue service, other than D200.
And, to cap it off, our 31 to Leeds failed halfway up the 'drag', resulting in two hours stuck in a Pennine rain storm, until Holbeck sent a 25 to rescue us from our misery...
So, c'mon, what's your story?
For me, autumn 1984 and a journey up from the sunny south to the S&C, to witness the last whistles of the class 40s still in service. Up the WCML and, on approaching Carlisle, I was telling my fellow travellers to come over to my side of the carriage to check out the AC Roarers. I wondered why they weren't responding - and I turned round to see them, cameras hanging out of door droplights and clicking furiously, just as we rolled past a pair of filthy blue Whistlers... Never did get the photo, coz all the windows were bagged; and I never did see another 40 in revenue service, other than D200.
And, to cap it off, our 31 to Leeds failed halfway up the 'drag', resulting in two hours stuck in a Pennine rain storm, until Holbeck sent a 25 to rescue us from our misery...
So, c'mon, what's your story?