Good Morning All. 37° and absolutely clear skies this morning. Another beautiful day outside yesterday, sunny, no wind and 64°, tee shirt weather that will be repeated for the next seven days according to the weather gurus. We are expecting a bit more wind out of the south to evaporate the sweat! Spent a lot of time outdoors catching up on some yardwork that had been ignored for the last ten years.
The only train activity that I undertook yesterday was more detail painting and some train running. Ran several extended switching maneuvers at the ethanol processing facility as I haven't tested all of that trackage very much. For the benefit of those who weren't here when I described it about eight months ago, it is currently an unfinished layout element. It is 2' x 20' with a main line, passing siding and two very long sidings that can each hold 12+ ethanol tankers. There is also a grain unloading spur and an additional "utility" spur that will hold a "spent grain" covered hopper and a propane unloading facility. Along the parallel loading tracks, there are four Walther's Tank Car Loading Platforms (three currently built) that load cars on both sides simultaneously, thus eventually being able to load eight cars at a time. Normal operational mode will be to enter the facility with 16 cars and put eight on each track with the leading four positioned to load. When they are loaded, both lines are moved forward by the next local that passes by, for the second set of four each to be loaded. The next move is a return train of empties that will swap cars and repeat the process. There's some additional trackage beyond the 20' area for an extended lead track and a short one at the other end for storage. So far all trackage seems to be "bullet-proof" and ready for painting and ballasting. I'll work that in over the next few months, but still will not actually build the structures until spring of 2019 hopefully.
Jesse - I like your story idea. I am thinking of something similar for certain industries on the layout, but more along the lines of describing operations; and then attaching them to the fascia for visitors to read.
Chet - Good luck with the bowling. That is a great cab-ride video, one that I viewed all of the way through...I usually cannot immerse myself for that long a time and I actually viewed it in three sessions. That museum is already on my "bucket list" to visit in the next decade or so. It's about a fourteen hour trip from here.
Sherrel - That base came with the kit. It is a piece of .060" cardstock that is a little rough (intentionally) on the concrete side. I spray painted it with Krylon gray primer and then dabbled it with Polly S aged concrete...the bottom of my last bottle. It gave me the look that I was after of a very old and worn concrete surface. Bar Mills uses the same material for their Sidewalk-in-a-Snap kits. They normally do not provide bases with their kits.
Curt - Your latest build is coming along nicely. Nice video also, cannot wait for the action ones.
Trig - I have many cardstock structures around the layout. There are a lot of freebies on the net that you just print on heavy paper and go. Or you can glue them to cereal boxes to assemble.
Mark - Good to see you over here again. We actually talk lots of model and real railroading here. Some things really don't deserve a separate topic, although we actually have extended discussions on some stuff that should get one.
Regarding the Baptist preacher that Sherrel brought up yesterday. Here is my story. When I was nine years old in 1961, my family moved into a home in Dallas TX. After the moving guys had finished unloading etc, my dad brought out a bottle of whiskey and some styrofoam cups and asked if they wanted a drink. All three accepted and they gathered at the kitchen table. Meanwhile I answered the front doorbell and there was a gentleman standing there with a platter full of cookies and he explained that he was a local Baptist preacher and he lived in a house directly across the street. I invited him in, eyeballing the cookies, and led him to the kitchen where my mom was sitting at the table with an open whiskey bottle on it along with three black gentlemen, all partaking. He was aghast, as this was Dallas in 1961, but he maintained his cool. Dad returned to the room and the preacher introduced himself again, although in a much more reserved manner than when he was on the porch, and invited us to his church for redemption. Dad explained that we were Catholics and already had a local church in mind and he left. In the ensuing eight years that he lived across the street, he never once spoke to any member of our family again. I am sure that we were the subject of his next sermon at church.
Everybody have a great day. I have to get ready for the weekly grocery/beer trek.
Willie