My husband has two passions: cooking and trains. Today he’s making his signature dish, wickedly good Garlic Mac and Cheese, and so I was able to sneak into his train room. For those of you who aren’t involved in that particular hobby, modeling is extremely detail oriented work, particularly when you’re talking about the smaller gauges. Above is an HO gauge model of the Pacific Fruit Express which is approximately five inches long and two inches tall. It was built from a kit, as were all the trains and buildings I’ll be showing today.
Above are some of the more complicated trains that he’s put together recently. But there are thousands more. Believe me.
Can you spot the conductor at the door? He looks like he’s either waving or trying to get out. Perhaps he’s realized the passengers are all zombies.
The one thing model railroaders are absolutely fanatical about is realism, which means weathering. They’ll spot a rusted building on the side of the road and have to stop to take pictures. Then they obsess for days over how to achieve that particular look.
Realism also means that buildings must have lights. This factory along the tracks contains over thirty little tiny lights that had to be hand-wired.
I’m not sure but I think this is a loading dock of some sort. I’ve been to model railroad conventions and met women every bit as gung-ho as their partner but that’s not me folks.
Actually, I lied. I’ve only been to one convention and it was in Redding California back when the romance was fresh, if you know what I mean. If you’re not into trains, you have to be really in love to go to a model train convention. The layouts and exhibits are great but sitting through a one hour forum on “ways to support your train guy,” well, it’s just not for me.
Below is the Cameramadoodle Ding Dong Candy Factory.
Named for our son Cameron. Model Railroaders aren’t that imaginative and if you live with one, you’re gonna end up on a marquee. Did I mention the second floor of Jan’s Ice Cream Parlor is a brothel? I guess my clients enter through the back door. I don’t know how they get up to it. I guess they must be awfully horny.