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THE BRIDGE LINE

EPISODE TEN: COLLATERAL DAMAGE ________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Cast:
249-Daddeo
Adrian, Russ & Ken, Mr. Marciano-NCStL576

Setting:
[Brianton Yards, 2010, in mid-winter. It's late in the evening and the temperature is in the upper 30's, so there's little snow.]
(Adrian is seen arriving at Brianton Union Station with the Afternoon Hummingbird. Mr. Marciano is found waiting for them.)

Russ:
Ken, I see Mr. Marciano coming. Could you go take care of the shrubbery?


Ken:
All right, I'm going.


Mr. Marciano:
Hello, Russ. I heard you ran into some trouble at Milepost 98.

Russ:
Yeah. It was some low-hanging branch, but Adrian just pushed it right out of the way. You might notice we still got some on him though.


(Mr. Marciano looks to see Ken remove the branch just as Russ is climbing down)

Russ:
But other than that, we're fine. Are we on time?

Mr. Marciano:
Err, just short of a minute. But I'll still give the both of you credit for effort, considering you used a freight engine from 1938. (Some muffled sound is heard from the drive in.)

Adrian:
What's going on over there?


Mr. Marciano:
Oh, the other engines are watching the Drive-In theatre. They're showing the Super bowl tonight.

Ken:
Tonight's the Super bowl? I forgot all about that.

Russ:
Well, I sure didn't. We're having a little hangout at my place and my wife said I could invite you two to watch the game with us. Whadaya say?


Ken:
Sure, count me in.

Mr. Marciano:
I'd certainly love to come, Russ. But I've got this railroad to manage... I'll see if I can make an appearance if I finish up early. In the meantime, we'll let the hostlers take over from here. You boys can go sign off in the office and go from there.

Russ:
Great. Well, I'd better go get myself ready. See ya' soon, Ken.

Ken:
See ya', Russ. (Turns to Mr. Marciano) I'll see you at half time I guess.

Mr. Marciano:
I promise that I'll be there for sure. I'm just known to be fashionably late.

Ken:
All right. See you tonight.


(Ken follows Russ into the station as a hostler climbs into Adrian's cab and inspects his gauges)

Adrian:
Mr. Marciano, do I have to go in there?

Mr. Marciano:
Well of course. What's wrong with the engine terminal?

Adrian:
What, you don't hear that mumbling? Listen.


(The crowd noise is heard)

Mr. Marciano:
Ah, I see what you mean. I can hear them all the way from the platform.

(We see Roger & Quincy putt by light toward the freight yard.)

Adrian:
Say Roger, how is it inside the shed?


Roger:
Depends. Are you a football fan?
Adrian:

Uh, not really.

Roger:
Well tough luck, Adrian. You'll need it.

Quincy:
If it's any consolation, Adrian, don't make any snide remarks about the Indianapolis Colts, whatever you do.

Adrian:
Mr. Marciano, could I please sleep somewhere else tonight?


Mr. Marciano:
Well, I'm not sure. Roger & Quincy are heading the Big George tonight, and once they leave, the dispatcher's office turns in, so nothing can leave the yard limits. I suppose you could sleep right by the steel mill with ol' 249. He could use the company.


Adrian:
OK. Thanks sir.


Mr. Marciano:
No problem. (He looks up into Adrian's cab) Hey! Uh, please forgive me. What's your name?


Hostler:
It's ___, sir.

Mr. Marciano:
All right, could you take 2026 over by the steel mill? This fella's a little sensitive to loud noises if you know what I mean.

Hostler:
Um, all right. Where do I put it?

Mr. Marciano:
Just put him in the storage sidings next to 249. You can bank the fire there until morning, unless you've got plans for tonight.


Hostler:
Uh, not me. I'm free tonight.


Mr. Marciano:
All right. So just top off his tender and check the running gear, then put him at the storage siding in the steel mill.

(Adrian is uncoupled from the train and heads to the shops. He's later seen backing into the steel mill siding next to 249.)

Adrian:
Say thanks for putting me over here.


Hostler:
Sure, whatever.

Adrian: (looks over to 249)
Um, hello. I'm sorry if I'm violating anything. I needed to escape whatever's happening at the engine terminal.

249:
That's fine. Once in a while, I get tired of being lonely.


Adrian:
So, is this where you normally sleep? In here by yourself?

249:
Well, just for tonight. Hartman is my home, since I can't stand whatever you do in that engine terminal. It's pretty strange from what I've seen.


Adrian:
Well usually, everyone behaves themselves about 300 days a year. This is one of the remaining 65 days where everything that is calm and peaceful isn't. And to be honest, the place really has gone hectic now that Mike's not around anymore. Pity, do you miss that Mikado?


249:
Mmm, to an extent. Sure, he was a bit foolish for his age, but he did help bring life to this town. We owe him one for that.


Adrian:
Totally. I hope we can meet him again soon. (Pause) So I see why you stayed up here tonight. The view's nice and there's not as much noise than in downtown.

249:
That's true. Now that I look at this, Brianton doesn't look that different than what it was a few decades ago.


Adrian:
Yeah, it's a pretty amazing place to live and we're contributing to its success. Probably what's more amazing is the railroad. I mean, how many other roads can you name who run their own passenger trains, reuses rights of ways to serve new freight customers, and above else, use steam and diesels engines are working together?

249:
I know, and that's the great thing about the HT&B. Heck, our motive power is why all those foamers keep popping up all of the time. Too bad most of them missed out when steam was the only thing running this line.


Adrian:
Yeah, but that was the original line that ran from 189-


249:
No, I mean this version. The one we're on now.


Adrian:
(Pause) Uh, I don't get your drift.

249:
I knew someone wouldn't tell you. Well, in my words, this was something that helped develop the way steam locomotives like us live today. It proved that we're not just old, rustic museum pieces and we can still leave an impression on the world.


Adrian:
Well I understand what you're saying, but what was it that happened? Keep in mind that I've been here for less than a year, and I'm still learning about the area as I go along.

249:
I know it, nobody knows everything. But I'm sure that Harry & Hank still remember what we're talking about. They just never bothered passing it on to you.


Adrian:
Well surely since you rarely talk to us, you got to remember, whatever you're talking about. (Pause) Do you remember?

249:
I do. And don't call me Shirley.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Cast:
Harry-gyjg6564167
Hank-NCStL576
Don-
Ray-GECP4256
Trey-UP7004
Brent-BigBoyCarlos
Railfan-greenmachines777
Driver-DRGWSD40T
Brakeman-DRGWSD40T          
Narrator-timbre4gear

[Setting: Anywhere on HT&B ROW, 1989, early summer]

Narrator:
In 1989, the Hartman, Tyberg & Brianton Railroad was a smaller, simpler railroad with four engines to run the eighty-five miles of track. Dakota & Quincy made up the line's diesel part of the roster, while Geep would pop in and out regularly, from where he was assigned up near Lexington. They did most of the freight work and switching, but also shared some freight trains with Hank, the venerable Whyte system oddity of the Pennsylvania Railroad. Hank's main profession back then was to haul The Hummingbird to Hartman and back, when it was just a weekend excursion. Remember at this time, Harry was coming back together after a major overhaul.

All right, so it's a beautiful day outside, and the HT&B is running like clockwork, except for a problem with Hank's air compressor. Quincy had to go out with the Hummingbird to Hartman, while Dakota was doing some switching in the yard. And during a switching move, the incident set itself into motion.

[Tyberg Junction; early fall, mid-afternoon]
(Quincy is sighted pulling the Hummingbird along the mainline. At the other end of the yard, Dakota is shoving a cut of cars into a siding.)

(As Dakota shunts the cars, one of the cars picks the switch and derails, with Dakota still on the mainline).

Driver: (angry)
Get dispatch on the line! We've hit the ground.

Brakeman: (worried, and then panic)
We've got to warn the Hummingbird before they- (cut off by Quincy's horn) AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

(Quincy slams into Dakota and both derail. Freight cars spill their loads, and the diesels roll onto their sides, but the passenger cars stay on the rails.)

Narrator:
There were only a few major injuries, but thankfully nobody died. Until then, no signaling protected the yard entrance, and that led to the worst wreck on the HT&B to date.


(Fades to next day as Dakota & Quincy are moved into the shops by Hank)          

Hank:
Now Quincy, Dakota, are you sure you're going to be OK?


Dakota: (Dazed)
Oh yeah. Don't worry about is.


Quincy: (Dazed)
He was talking to me, Dak. And just for the record, I'll be up and running before this stubborn ol' goat. I'm EMD. And because of that, I'm more reliable than he is, not to mention smarter, too.

Hank:
Oh really? How many fingers am I holding up?

Quincy:
Hmm, trick question there. I'm gonna saaaaay, THREE!

(Epic Fail Wah-wah-waaaaaaaaaah)

Harry: (disbelief)
Shows how smart you are! He's got nothing to hold up!

Hank: (Notices Harry sitting nearby)
Oh sure, thanks for pointing out the obvious- (notices Harry) Oh! Hello Harry, nice to see you all patched up again.


Harry:
Yep. Hope this new crank pin holds. I'm looking' forward to getting back onto the mainline. (Looks over to Quincy & Dakota) So what did these motorized freight cars do to get in here?


Hank:
Mr. Marciano will talk to us about that. C'mon, follow me to the station.


(Fade to later)

Mr. Marciano:
My fellow locomotives, the HT&B is in its darkest hour, and it is in need of your power and integrity. Dakota & Quincy are in the shops after yesterday's accident, and Geep is on an assignment in Pennsylvania. So that leaves the both of you as the only working engines on this railroad. What makes this occasion so unique is that you're both steam engines. People these days think that you're outdated and uninteresting, but you can prove them wrong. For all we know, you could change the way people look at steam, and set an example for other steam operators. But what's important now is keeping this railroad alive. You will be given your normal assignments, as well as the tasks often done by Dakota & Quincy. This means little time for breaks for you fellas; not that that's a problem for you...are it?

Hank:
No sir.


Harry: (Serious)
No, sir. We're not going to let a simple mistake ruin this line.

Mr. Marciano:
That's what I want to hear. Now get out there and show the world how the past is moving us forward!

Narrator:
For a whole month, they took on the diesels' duties. Harry was given the bulk of the freight traffic and the Hummingbird on weekends, while Hank was given his own freight work and Dakota's switching. Together, the two Hudsons ran the whole railroad all by themselves, which was something most railfans or people don't get to see these days. There were very few, if any, complaints from neither the passengers nor the industries, since they knew that Harry & Hank were trying their best to keep the railroad running.

The day I remember was the day before Quincy was scheduled to reenter service. On that rainy day, Harry was to haul the evening run of the Hummingbird to Hartman and back, while Hank was left to take the Nashville bound Big George.

[Setting: Brianton Union Station; early evening. Harry is at the platform with the Hummingbird, while Hank is sitting nearby with the Big George]

Hank:
Okay now take it easy on that grade up near Chilowsee. I've had trouble slipping on it a few times with a train your size.


Harry:
Thanks. I'll try and remember that. You'd better get going if you don't want to be late.


Hank:
Ya, see ya' tonight. Take care, all right?

Harry:
You got it. (Hank whistles off to Harry as he departs Brianton.)

Narrator:
As the Big George thundered out of Brianton, the train was running smoothly until halfway to Timothy (pronounced tiMOTHy), where they saw the first problem of the day.

[NOTICE TO VOICE ACTORS: THIS NEXT PART REQUIRES YOU TO SHOUT AS LOUD AS YOU CAN BECAUSE OF THE LOUD NOISES INSIDE THE CAB TO REPLICATE REAL WORKING CONDITIONS. I WILL NOT TURN DOWN THE SOUND FOR ANYONE MUMBLING OR TALKING AT NORMAL VOLUME]

Ray :( shouting over Hank's noise)
Don! We've got a problem! I think we're losing our dynamo!

Don: (also shouting)
Our dynamo's going?! No wonder the lights in here are flickering. And that Bird is probably creeping up on our back door.

Ray: (still shouting)
Well we don't want to delay the Hummingbird, so what do we do?

Don: (shouting)
Oh I'll tell ya' what we do about it. MORE STEAM! (Sticks his head outside) How you holding up, Hank?

Hank:
I'm all right! Just give me steam and I'll keep rolling!

Don:
Good, let's get on with it!


[Setting: Tyberg Junction, west yard entrance. Hank's train is seen diverted off the mainline and onto the siding, where he parks the train.]

Ray:
All right, it was just a loose joint up next to the Dynamo. It'll hold until we get to Hartman.

Don:
Good to hear, Ray. Now we just gotta wait for that bird to pass.


Ray:
Oh there he is! It looks like he's stopping.

Don:
Stopping?

(Harry is seen pulling up next to Hank.)

Don: (disbelief)
Trey! Don't tell me you failed too!


Trey:
Naw, Harry's running fine. But there's a hole in his sand dome and we're looking for something to plug it up.


Hank:
A hole in your sand dome, huh? Care to explain?

Harry: (mad)
No. I mean I didn't notice it until my engineer did. SO HOW THE [bleep] DO I KNOW?

Hank:
(Sigh) Look, don't worry about it. If the problem wasn't that serious, you probably wouldn't have gotten here.


Harry:
Yeah, that's true. But hey, you know what you really need to worry about now?


Hank: (looks towards the horizon)
Oh that's right, Hell Hill. That steep grade mixed with the rain will really make it live up to its name. But we both have sand, so I don't think we'll get off too bad.

Harry:
Well, you do. I'm just about to run out.

Hank:
Oh yeah. Tell you what, how about I set off in front of you, and I could lay down sand on the rails as I go up, in other words we pre-sand the rails, that way you'll have a safer grip on this gradient.

Harry:
And this is pretty much our only obstacle between here & Hartman anyway. All we have to do is get over it, and it's smooth sailing all the way there.

Hank:
Good, then that's what we'll do. Surely you'll be able to manage all by yourself with just seven cars at about a thousand tons, right?


Harry:
Yeah, hope so.


(Fade to Hank's cab with Don in the gangway looking down at Trey)

Don:
All right, so just keep the throttle and reverser ratio balanced and you'll be fine.

Trey:
We'll do that. Plus don't think for a minute that the bubble-gum won't hold whatever sand's in there. It's been done before.

Don:
Right, but remember that you're held responsible if anything goes wrong with that patch. You hear me?


Trey:
I hear ya'.


Don:
Right. See ya' guys in Hartman!

Hank whistles off and the train leaves.

Brent: (doubtfully)
Trey's going to be employee of the month if this works.


(Hank whistles off his departure)

Hank:
Well, best of luck to you man. Give the hill hell.

Harry:
Thanks. See ya' in Hartman.


(Hank departs Timothy with the Big George)

(Harry's cab)

Brent:
Well Trey, think we'll be all right by ourselves?


Trey:
Well, we ought to be. I don't know what's worse: Stalling on the hill after a thousand tries or grinding the steel tires to a fine powder.

Brent:
Oh believe me; I think it'll get harder when we get into the Rock Tunnel.

Trey: (suddenly stricken with fear)
Oh, Brent, you shouldn't have brought that up. The rainfall on a 2% hill with little sand pulling about 1,000 tons of dead weight is really pushing it for this old timer.


Harry:
Watch it.

Brent:
So, do you think we'll be able to make it?


Chatter:
403 West, you are cleared outbound.

Trey: (blows Harry forward whistle signal)
Well, let's find out. (Jerks throttle open)

(Harry starts to pull out of the siding and starts his ascent up the hill)

Narrator:
On the outskirts of town, Harry hit the grade and started his assault. The sanded rails were a mercy to him as his exhaust echoed all around the surrounding hills and the Timex Creek Valley. Nearby residents came out to see what the noise was about, only seeing a tall, thick black column of smoke slowly trailing up the grade. (Pause) Up there in the cab, things were finally starting to look promising.

[NOTICE TO VOICE ACTORS: THIS NEXT PART REQUIRES YOU TO SHOUT AS LOUD AS YOU CAN BECAUSE OF THE LOUD NOISES INSIDE THE CAB TO REPLICATE REAL WORKING CONDITIONS. I WILL NOT TURN DOWN THE SOUND FOR ANYONE MUMBLING OR TALKING AT NORMAL VOLUME]

Brent:
My god, I think we're gonna make it!


Trey: (shouting over stack talk)
Come on, Harry! You're doing great! It's not far now! (Coaxes throttle as Harry wheel slips) Whoa, steady there! Brent, my hands are full! Do the whistle for me!


(Harry's POV shows the tunnel portal approaching)

Trey:
Alright brace yourself, Brent! We're going in!

Brent:
I hope we come out of this alive!

(Brent turns the blower all the way up, and crosses his chest. Harry enters the tunnel, with smoke & soot starting to fill the cab. The screen literally goes black once inside and all that's heard is Harry's chuffing. He loses ground once again, but quickly recovers and carries on. Finally, Harry exits the tunnel)

Harry:
(Deep gasp) SUNLIGHT!

Trey:
Brent? Brent! You OK?

Brent:
(cough, splutter) I'm good, but I think my lifespan got shortened.


Trey:
Well hopefully not by mu- (looks at Brent, who is covered in coal soot.)


Trey & Brent:
(Start laughing quietly first, then louder, then total LOL; seeing how they're both covered in coal soot)

(Fades to later when the train stops at the summit. Trey, Brent and some of the passengers disembark and walk towards Harry)

Brent:
My god, talk about extreme weathering. He's just steam cleaned the tunnel of 20 years' worth of diesel gunk!


Trey:
But you know the great thing about this? Look at the sand dome.


Brent:
Ah yes, I still see that gum patch. That really shows off your ingenuity right there.

Trey:
Brent, if you're going to be critical about my attempt at a- What?


Railfan:
Hey sirs, have you noticed anything about your engine yet?


Trey: (looks at Harry) (sarcastic)
You know, I swear that tender was reading Pennsylvania when we left Brianton. I wonder why it's black?

Railfan:
I bet it was that tunnel we went through. We could hear 2055 all the way back in the lounge car. Looks like you and the crew worked outstandingly on getting the train up here.

Trey:
Thanks.


Railfan:
So, why are we stopped here? Just getting some fresh air?


Trey:
Well, pretty much. There's no traffic behind us, so that gives us ten minutes for fresh air. In the meantime, we're gonna try to get whatever soot we can off of 2055.

Railfan:
Can I help?


Trey:
Uh, sure. Hope you don't mind getting dirty.


Railfan:
Hey, it's a part of living, isn't it?


Trey:
Hey, you're absolutely right! Otherwise, life would be so boring!

Trey & Railfan:
(Laughs)

(Crossfade to simmering at the summit cleaned and ready to go. Starts Harry moving)

Brent:
Well, that went pretty well I thought. I don't think that railfan noticed that gum patch, even though it was coated in soot.

Trey:
(Lights a pipe) Yeah. Even though I meant for it to be temporary, it might just last all the way until Brianton.

Brent:
Well, getting to Hartman ought to be easy. The rain's stopped.


(Montage)

Narrator:
At twilight, the Hummingbird arrived in Hartman, only two minutes late. He was refueled and resanded alongside Hank, who would layover here during the night to catch the Eastbound Big George at dawn. With his sand dome replenished, Harry headed the Hummingbird back home to Brianton. He would arrive there well after dark, with no complaints from anybody on board.

(Brianton Yard; Hank pulls up alongside Harry, who is parked on a siding and has some workers on his gangway. Mr. Marciano is standing on Quincy's platform.)

Mr. Marciano:
I've heard all about your adventure from yesterday, and I can't tell ya how much I'm proud of the both of you. You've proven that steam can still hold its own and work together to solve a problem, apart from a few minor issues. Harry, you'll take a much needed rest to have that hole in your sand dome repaired, and to get the rest of all that soot off of you.

Trey:
Depends IF you can get all of it off, sir. It ain't just soot, it's also diesel exhaust gunk that's all over him.


Mr. Marciano:
Well, I'm sure we're up to the challenge. Hank, I can't exactly reward you yet since we're still on a power crunch. But Quincy is officially ready to go, and then Dakota's won't be too long after and Geep will come back in about three months. I'll properly reward you once we acquire another engine. Who knows? After what you've done, we might just get another steam engine.

Hank:
We prompted that decision I presume?


Mr. Marciano:
Maybe. But I have to discuss it with Mr. McDonnell first. In the meantime, it's back to work for you, fellas. Don't disappoint me.


Hank:
Not that we did, but all right. Yes sir. (Pause)

Quincy:
Well, hope you get well soon, Harry. I know it sounds weird coming from a diesel.

Harry:
Well, thanks for you appreciation, sonny. I'll be back out on the road soon.


Quincy:
Good. Well I've got work to do, so I'll see you later.


Hank:
See ya' soon Harry.


Harry:
Yeah. So long.


Narrator:
Harry remained in the shops longer than expected since the workmen were still trying to get that soot off him. It was about three days after the incident before he was released, with the last spec of dirt washed off. Soon afterwards, Dakota was repaired and was back at work alongside Hank. To show respect for their internal combustion friends, Harry & Hank only talked about their adventure between themselves. By the time Geep had returned, only the two Hudsons and the people that witnessed it remembered Harry & Hank's Adventure.

I'm one of the few that still remember, and people and engines like you are still finding out about this event. And to be honest, this is a story I really like telling a lot. Because on that day, two ordinary locomotives had proven, that no matter what you are, how old you are, or what other people think, you can still be capable of doing what you were meant to do, regardless however long that is.
__________________________________________________________________

Cast:
Adrian-NCStL576
Hank-ronthecyborg
Harry-SPGP60
Gloria-OV099Challenger

(Adrian is seen returning to Brianton, VERY early the next morning. Harry and Gloria are still awake and are chatting about the game when he pulls in next to Harry)

Harry: (sleepily)
oh, there you are, Adrian. Ya missed the game.


Adrian:
Ya I know. I'm not much of a sports fan to begin with. And besides, with you guys hyping it up like it was being played with ponies, I needed a break. (Hears noise) I still hear that mumbling. What are they watching now?


Gloria:
I don't care anymore. As soon as New Orleans declared victory, Harry and I requested to be moved out here.

Harry:
And speaking of moving, where did you go? I saw you get serviced here and then you headed past the station and disappeared.

Adrian:
I was over at the steel mill, getting some proper rest with that old Columbian. What's his name again?

Harry:
Oh, 249? He doesn't have one to be honest. He just goes by that number, just like you and Gloria did.


Adrian:
I see.

Harry:
So how'd it go? Did you talk about anything significant with him?

Adrian:
You know, we did discuss something that happened roughly twenty years ago. Do you remember August of 1989?

Harry:
(ponders) Hmm, roughly. That was back when me and Hank were running the line. Were you talking about the time when those diesels smacked into each other and-


Adrian:
Yes, the very time. And they left you two to handle the railroad all by yourself.

Harry:
On yeah, that was an absolute blast. I tell you, me & Hank really did know how to-


Gloria:
I so freaking envy you, Harry. Nothing against the diesels here, but some of them think that they're still, and therefore, better than us.

Harry:
Hey, if they screw up and knock each other off the tracks after the game, we'll split the workload between


Adrian:



(Harry & Adrian give a few chuckles, then Harry stops when he sees Hank sitting on a nearby siding, out of service and looking quite forlorn. Adrian looks too, and notices that Harry seems somber)

Adrian:
Harry, they're not going to scrap him.


Harry:
I know that. But it still pains me to see him sitting there with nothing to do, while we're carrying the weight of these mountains on our running boards.

Hank:
I know, right?

Harry: (mockingly sarcastic)
Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were awake!


Hank:
Ah, they all say that.





Hank:
Ah, shove off, you _. Go earn the railroad more revenue!

Adrian:
Were you really serious about that?

Hank:
Ah, you know how we steam engines work. The whole world moves on with time, but not us.


[Credits music starts playing]

Adrian:
I know, right? But I think that's part of the fun of living in Brianton. This really is an amazing place to live.


CREDITS:
Cast:

249, Narrator-timbre4gear
Harry-gyjg6564167, SPGP60
Hank, Adrian, Marciano-NCStL576
Quincy-trainmaster844
Geep-DASCO2136
Luke-gyjg6564167
Dakota-amtrakf40
Roger-Union
Gloria-OV99Challenger
Don-
Ray- GECP4256
Trey-UP7004
Brent-BigBoyCarlos
Railfan-greenmachines777
Driver-DRGWSD40T
Brakeman-DRGWSD40T
         

Filming locations:
HT&B Model Railway
Southbound Trains Showroom
Great Outdoors
Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum

Narrated by:
Daddeo


Editing:
Sony Vegas Pro 8

Sony Sound Forge 9

Trains made by:
Lionel

Williams by Bachmann
Atlas O
K-Line by Lionel
K-Line
MTH Electric Trains

Layout designed and built by
NCStL576

Based on real railroading events; such as:
Wabash Frisco & Pacific running on one engine for one season
The Lewis Tunnel Incident-witnessed/caused by Nickel Plate Road 765
Bubble Gum patch-witnessed by Bill Purdie on Southern 722
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