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stories-of-the-nrm · 5 months

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 1

Narrator: It was a beautiful spring day in England. The Flying Scotsman or Scott as most called him, was up for auction after his previous owner went bankrupt. This is the 3rd time in his preservation that this happened. After securing the necessary funds to make a bid, the National Railway Museum (NRM) had won the right to buy him.

(We cut to the auction).

Auctioneer: Sold to the representatives of the NRM for £2.3 million. As a reminder, they will be getting not only the locomotive, but also his spare boiler, cylinders and a Mark 1 supporting coach.

(The representatives smile as they walked up to Scott).

Andrew: Hello, Flying Scotsman. My name is Andrew J. Scott. I'm the director of the museum, it's an honor to have you with us.

Scott: The pleasure's all mine, sir. I've heard a lot about the museum from my dear cousins. It's been a long time since I've last seen them.

Andrew: Well, I'm sure you would like to see them. But first, we have to see how you run and determine if you're able to pull trains.

Scott: I understand, sir. Will we be able to leave now?

Andrew: Yes, I have a crew ready to get you in full steam. I'll see you in York. Good day, Scotsman.

Scott: Thank you, sir.

(Andrew left as Scott's new crew members arrived).

Gary: Hello, old boy. My name is Gary, I'm your new driver, and this is George, your fireman.

George: Nice to meet you, Scotsman.

Scott: Nice to meet you fellows too. You can just call me Scott.

Gary: Right, well then Scott let's get you in steam. We need to make sure you're able to be displayed for this year's Railfest.

Scott: Ok, Gary.

(The two men climbed into Scott's cab and got him in steam).

Narrator: Once he was in steam, Scott began to leave for York. Then he started to feel awful.

Scott (moaning): Oh, Gary. I'm not feeling very well.

Gary: Hmm, your pressure is dropping. What do you think is happening?

Scott (moaning): I don't know. I don't think I'm going to make it to York. I have to stop.

George: There's a siding just up ahead. We'll stop there, so we can notify the station in Doncaster.

Narrator: They arrived at the siding just in time. Scott had broken down. His boiler tubes were starting to leak.

Gary: My god, I haven't seen anything like this. How are feeling, Scott?

Scott: I don't feel well at all. I feel like something's leaking out. Can you see anything from inside my cab?

George: Sorry old boy, you won't be able to start up again at this rate. Your boiler tubes are starting to leak. We'll have to tow you to York. Just rest for now while we wait for help to arrive.

(Scott nodded as his closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep).

Narrator: While Scott was asleep, he was towed to the repair yards. It was a long journey but they were able to get him to York.

(We cut to the repair yards as Scott wakes up).

Scott: Oh. What happened?

Gary: I'm not quite sure yet. The engineers are still trying to figure it out. We didn't want to put you under until we heard what you had to say. Do you know what else is bothering you?

(Scott thought for a moment).

Scott: I'm not sure. I just feel old and worn out.

Gary: Well, I guess you'll be grateful to have some rest. We'll do the best we can to help.

Scott: I will let the engineers do what they need to do.

(The engineers began to pour the anesthetic).

Scott (feeling drowsy): Thank you, everyone.

Gary: You're welcome old boy. Now you just get some rest.

(Scott closed his eyes and fell asleep).

Narrator: The engineers worked on the Flying Scotsman for weeks. It wasn't until June, that they were able to wake him up.

(Scott begins to open his eyes and sees Gary and George).

Scott (tiredly): Hello.

Gary: Scott, how do you feel?

Scott: Really tired.

George: The engineers kept you asleep for almost a month. You needed your boiler to be completely washed out. There was a lot of boiler sludge that had to be removed. I also heard that a lot of your stay nuts had signs of overheating so those had to be replaced along with the leaky boiler tubes.

(Scott was beginning to doze off).

Gary: I think we just need to let him rest. If his stays had signs of overheating, then he must have been run ragged. He needs as much rest as he can. We still don't even know how he'll run during Railfest.

George: He'll start light duties during charter trains as the Scarborough Spa Express (SSE). Who knows, maybe that was all that was wrong and he'll be running good as new.

(They leave Scott to rest).

Narrator: Throughout the summer of 2004, Scott and his crew spent their time in and out of the works. Originally, 121 tubes were replaced, but then three days after Scott started work as the SSE, he broke down. A crosshead bearing was damaged so that was replaced. Then after five days, he broke down again. Pipework in his oil pump were defective so that had to be repaired. There were also concerns about previous repairs to the crack in his right hand cylinder. It was now September, and Scott had to be taken to the NRM's workshop for more repairs. His cousin Mallard was there.

(Scott and Mallard are both in their human form. While Scott could be described a large, overweight man; Mallard would be described as a man who used to be an NFL QB. No longer star material but still relatively fit. Mallard glares at Scott while he's lying on the couch).

Mallard: You know this is pathetic, right? To think the supposed pride of the LNER has been reduced to a has been engine on their last set of wheels.

Scott: Did you have something to say to me, Mallard? Or did you just come all this way to laugh in my face?

Mallard: I came here to tell that you that you're an embarrassment to the Gresley name. You go flouncing about and cause your owners nothing but financial problems. We all know that your 100 mph record means nothing anymore. There were plenty of other engines that were more useful than you. Quite frankly, I don't understand why you were saved to begin with.

Scott (sadly): I don't know why I was saved either. Not that it matters now. I've been in and out of the works for the past four months. This time, there's so much work to be done, that I don't know when I'll wake up once I'm put under.

Mallard: The NRM should just cut their losses and scrap the whole thing and build a new engine from scratch. They'll lose less money that way.

(Gary and George walk in).

Gary: That's enough, Mallard. If you're not here to be repaired, then leave so you don't get in anyone's way.

Mallard: Well then.

(He leaves as the two men walk up to Scott who tries to curl up on the couch).

George: Don't listen to him, Scott. The NRM would've never bought you if they didn't think you were worth it.

Scott: I know. I just want these repairs done, so I can go back to the engine I once was.

Gary: Don't worry, old boy. We'll do our best to help you.

Scott: What did they say was wrong with me this time?

George: Inner firebox, that cracked cylinder, the air brakes. You know how it is.

(Scott sighs).

Scott: How long will they make me sleep this time, gentlemen?

Gary: I'm not sure, but we'll be here when you wake up.

Scott: And I can't thank you two enough for that.

George: Come on old boy. Let's get you back to your engine. You need to go back under.

Scott: I understand. I'm nothing but thankful for the both of you being here.

Narrator: With the help of George and Gary, Scott makes it back to his engine.

Gary: Steady there. Just dream good dreams and don't let Mallard's words bother you.

Scott: I won't. Thank you. Both of you.

(The engineers walk in and began to pour the anesthetic again).

Scott: I just hope I won't develop a tolerance to this stuff.

(Scott falls asleep after a few minutes).

Tagging: @bluy1206, @werbitssft, @klein-sodor-bahn, and @theyellowroseofsodor.

#flying scotsman #ttte fandom #nrm fanfiction #lner a3 #time doesn't heal all wounds

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Cinderella’s coach, designed by Norman Bel Geddes, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, 1926.

Photo: National Museum of American History

#New York #NYC #vintage New York #1920s #Thanksgiving #Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade #Norman Bel Geddes #Cinderella #coach #Cinderella's coach #float #parade

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 19

Dinner and Dessert

With less than two weeks to go until our big trip to New York and Connecticut, Woody called Rafael and me into his office to begin making preparations. I took notes with my new Wacom note pad. Our itinerary would look something like this:

Wednesday morning: fly to New York City, check into the St. Regis Hotel (overlooking Central Park and just two blocks from the Museum of Modern Art)

Thursday: cocktail reception in Mr. Block’s suite, followed by dinner for 10 in the Presidential Suite

Friday afternoon: Mr. Block, Woody, and I take the train to Stamford, Connecticut, and then travel by rental car to Greenwich for the art show; Rafael remaining in New York (unsupervised)

Sunday afternoon: take the train back to New York City

Monday: Mr. Block and Woody attend an international conference on LGBT+ rights at the United Nations; Rafael and I free for the day

Tuesday: Mr. Block, Woody, and I fly back to San Diego; Rafael remains in NYC for another week before flying to Spain

“We don’t always stay at five-star hotels,” said Woody, “but Mr. Block chose the St. Regis for two reasons: one, he will be entertaining a very exclusive group of gentlemen, and two, he sees this as an opportunity for the two of you to learn what constitutes first-class service. So, while we are there, take pictures and take notes. Before we check out, you will meet with the hotel manager to ask him any questions you may have. This is an exceptional learning opportunity for both of you, so make the most of it.”

After going over the general outline, Woody dismissed Rafael but kept me behind to work out details. My assignment was to make all the reservations—flights, hotels, train, rental car, and dinners. At the art show, I would be expected to provide whatever services might be needed by Mr. Block, Woody, or the show organizers.

“You’re in charge,” Woody told me, “but don’t be afraid to ask for help. Rafael has been through all of this before, so he can answer almost any question you might have. And when you talk to the sales manager at the hotel about that dinner, pull Kim into the conversation to work out the menu and other arrangements. He’s a pro at that.”

As I got up to leave Woody’s office, he called me back and handed me two things: a box containing the latest iPhone and a credit card. “Use these to make the reservations,” he said. The credit card belonged to Mr. Block’s account, but it had my name on it.

For the next week and a half, I worked my tail off, not only making the reservations and other plans for our trip, but also assisting Rafael, Ron, and Kim in their duties, learning as much as I could so that I could fill in when they took days off.

Of course, I still managed to squeeze in sexual adventures two or three times a day. I had sex before work and after work and sometimes during my lunch break, but never during work hours. I never had to look far for available or willing sex partners. They were everywhere.

I remembered what Woody had said about having sex in the limo, the barn, and the boats, so I made sure to play out those fantasies as well as quite a few others.

On the day of our departure, Ron drove the four of us (Mr. Block, Woody, Rafael, and me) to the airport in the Navigator—plenty of room for the five of us plus our luggage. Sitting next to me in the rear seat, Woody handed me an envelope containing $500 in bills of various denominations. “Remember,” he said, “you’re in charge. This money is to cover tips and any other incidentals that you can’t charge to the card. Use it wisely, but don’t be chintzy with the tips. These guys work hard to make our lives easier. The least we can do is to show them our appreciation.”

On the plane, the four of us sat in first class. I had originally booked Rafael and me in coach, but Woody made me change it. “You must constantly be watching out for anything that Mr. Block or I might need,” he said, “and you can’t do that if you’re not with us.”

Mr. Block and Woody took the aisle seats, giving Rafael and me the window seats. Since he and I couldn’t exactly chat with our bosses sitting between us, we texted each other as soon as the overhead lights went off. We joked about the flight attendants—two females in first class and two guys in the back who didn’t exactly appeal to either of us. We lamented the fact that Freddie wasn’t working that flight.

We initially dismissed the idea of having sex in the lavatory since we had both already been inducted into the “mile-high club,” but then it dawned on us: yes, we had both had sex on a plane, but not with each other. When Rafael got up to go to the lavatory, I waited about a minute and then followed him. Walking away, I heard Woody remark to Mr. Block, “They’ll be a while,” which drew a snicker from Mr. Block.

Rafael and I laughed about the fact that the lavatory in first class was bigger than the one in coach, which made it easier for him to ride my dick at 35,000 feet. At one point, we hit a little bit of turbulence, but that only drove my cock deeper into Rafael’s ass. I thought he was going to give us away when he squealed with stunned delight.

When we arrived at the St. Regis in the limo they had sent for us, the desk clerk immediately called the hotel manager, who came out to welcome us. With two cute bellhops carrying our luggage, he escorted us to the Presidential Suite, which was huge—basically a 3000-square-foot luxury apartment. It not only had two bedrooms, one for Mr. Block and one for Woody, but also a living room, a private office, and even a dining room, where our dinner would be catered. The manager, Mr. Danvers, also introduced us to Conrad, the butler assigned to the Presidential Suite. I tipped each of the bellhops $20, but Woody pulled Conrad aside and told him that Rafael and I were there to learn about superior service and would he….

“Mr. Danvers has already explained the situation to me,” Conrad assured Woody. “It will be my pleasure to assist them as well as you and Mr. Block.” Woody thanked him and slipped him a $100 bill.

The two bellhops then led Rafael and me to our rooms down the hall. Though the rooms were not suites, they were more elegant than I could have ever imagined. We had connecting rooms, each with a king-size bed.

As we settled into our respective rooms, there came a knock on my door. It was Conrad. “Mr. Block would like to have dinner at 7:00. Would you like me to reserve a table in the restaurant or will you have dinner in the suite?”

“I’ll have to call Woody and ask him,” I said, but before I could move, Conrad informed me, “Mr. Woodward said that the decision is yours to make.” When Woody said I would be in charge, he wasn’t kidding.

“Hmm. What would you recommend, Conrad?”

“I am happy to make whatever arrangements you wish, but since you will be dining in the suite tomorrow evening, perhaps you would like to try our restaurant tonight. The menu is excellent, the ambiance is quite nice, and you might become acquainted with some of our other guests.”

Conrad was understating the case. The Court restaurant was gorgeous and filled with handsome, well-dressed, and obviously rich gentlemen—mostly older, but some younger than 30. The four of us were well dressed too, Rafael and I in our new Brooks Brothers suits.

When the maitre’d asked Mr. Block if we had reservations, he and Woody remained silent and just looked at me. “Uh, reservation for Mr. Block,” I bucked up.

“Nice save,” Woody whispered to me as we were led to our table. “You’re catching on.”

I felt a twinge of embarrassment at having initially missed the cue, but hearing Woody compliment me pumped up my chest like you wouldn’t believe.

Conrad was right about the menu too. The food was delicious.

“There’s nothing on our calendar tomorrow until the cocktail reception,” observed Woody, “so what do you plan to do with your day, Joe?” My instinct was to say that I would take the time to see some of the sights of New York, but the fact that Woody directed the question to me and not to Rafael and me both, tipped me off that this might be a test.

“I think I should get together with Conrad to make sure that everything is in place for the reception and the dinner.”

An ever-so-slight nod from Woody said to me, “Go on.”

“And I think I should reconfirm our train and hotel reservations for Greenwich.”

When Woody took a very faint breath and leaned back in his chair, I knew that I had scored, but I didn’t quit there.

“Is there anything else I can do for you tomorrow, Mr. Block? Lunch reservations perhaps?”

The faint smirk on Woody’s face said to me, “Now you’re just showing off.” And I ate it up.

“That won’t be necessary,” replied Mr. Block. “I think Woody and I can take care of ourselves for a few hours. Why don’t you and Rafael use the time to get acquainted with the Big Apple? It’s a fascinating city.”

I thanked him but reminded him that I was just a phone call away if he needed anything.

When dinner was concluded and I saw the waiter approaching our table with the bill, I signaled to him to bring the check to me, which he did. After looking it over and adding a generous tip, I signed the check to my room. I think even Rafael was impressed.

As we were leaving the restaurant, we passed a table with two very handsome gentlemen whose eyes followed us out. When we got to the elevator, I said, “You guys go on up. I want to check with the concierge about sightseeing tomorrow,” which was a lie, of course. I was headed back to the restaurant to get acquainted with the two hunks.

When I approached their table, they invited me to sit down while they finished their dinner. “They have sumptuous desserts here,” I commented.

“They certainly do,” gushed one of the men, “and they’re not all on the menu apparently.” I feigned embarrassment, which they thought was adorable.

They complimented me on my new suit, which was obviously a ploy since they were both impeccably dressed themselves, and one of them asked if he could feel the material. Of course, I said yes. I’m not stupid. As he stroked the lapel between his thumb and finger, he let his hand rub against my chest, especially my nipple, which started to rise to the occasion. “Oh, man, this feels really good,” he cooed. “I’ll bet,” said his friend, who had started a seduction of his own by rubbing his leg against mine under the table.

Taking the hints, I told them about our shopping trip to Brooks Brothers and also to The Body Shop in San Diego, which led them to ask what kind of underwear I had bought and what kind I was wearing that night. “I’ll bet you look fucking hot in them,” said one of the men. “And even better out of them,” the other one dared to say.

“And your friend who was with you at dinner. Did he buy new underwear too? I wonder what he’s wearing tonight.”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I didn’t check before we came down to dinner, but I’m sure he’s in his room now. Maybe we could all go ask him.”

Well, I didn’t exactly have to twist their arms. They quickly finished their dinners and followed me upstairs.

When I knocked on Rafael’s door, he must have been exercising some ESP because he came to the door in his sexy underwear, which drew oohs and aahs from our two new friends. Rafael didn’t even look surprised when I led them into his room. Maybe when I said I was going to talk to the concierge, he suspected where I was really going and anticipated what the outcome would be.

The outcome, of course, was the four of us ending up naked in Rafael’s king-size bed. They both claimed to be versatile, but when they saw our dicks, they insisted on having us fuck them, which Rafael and I were perfectly happy to oblige. Actually, we swapped back and forth, fucking our respective partners for a few minutes and then, with a tag team slap of the hands, trading partners. The businessmen loved it.

As we fucked them, they occasionally leaned over to kiss each other and sometimes pulled us into kisses. It was such a delight to watch two incredibly handsome men kissing each other and kissing us. It was such a turn on…as if we needed any extra stimulus. Rafael and I both shot our loads more quickly than either of had intended and somewhat to the disappointment of the guys under us, so we tried to make up for the abbreviated fuck by sucking on their cocks, which they also unloaded more quickly than anyone would have preferred.

With our mouths full of their man cream, they kissed us again, swapping their cum with us and with each other until we ended up in a four-way cumfest.

After they got dressed and left Rafael’s room, he and I showered, but before we could finish drying off, the phone in his room rang. It was the two guys inviting us to their room. “Our husbands are back from their evening out and would like to meet you.”

To be continued

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recherchestetique · 1 year

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National Coach Museum - Lisbon - Portugal

#coach #museum #lisbon #portugal

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guerrerense · 4 months

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022. 46233 York 19-10-19 por Mike Brook Por Flickr: Having worked the 1Z35, 06.31 Railway Touring Company Excursion Service from Ealing Broadway on 19th October 2019, LMS Coronation Class 8P 4-6-2 Pacific No. 6233 'Duchess of Sutherland' plus support coach, departs Platform 11 at York Station, working the late-running 5Z35, 14.15 Service to the York National Railway Museum

#Review #flickr

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 year

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The Phantom Corsair

The Phantom Corsair was a marvel of futuristic design when it was shown publicly for the first time in 1938. The uniquely laid out body gave it seating for 6 but only 2 doors and 2 windows either side, giving it a beautiful, clean profile and leaving it still looking futuristic, even 70+ years later.

The Phantom was designed by Rust Heinz (of the H. J. Heinz family) and Maurice Schwartz of the California based Bohman & Schwartz coach building company. Heinz and Schwartz based the concept car on the Cord 810, possibly the most advanced chassis of the era, the Cord’s engine was a Lycoming 4.7L 8-cylinder unit, supercharged to produce 190 hp and was capable of propelling the Phantom Corsair to a top speed of 115mph.

The design of the car was revolutionary in the late 1930’s, the overall height of the car is just 58″ and there are no running boards, fenders or door handles. Interestingly, the lower part of the Phantom’s frame was welded chromoly steel and the upper frame was constructed of electrically welded aviation steel tubing, this helped keep the enormous car’s weight down to just 4500 lbs (2000 kg), that may not be feather weight but it would have been far higher with the more common all steel construction.

Sadly, the Phantom Corsair never made it into production, Heinz had planned a limited production run at an estimated selling price of $12,500 (1938 dollars), however he passed away shortly after the car was completed . It now lives in the National Automobile Museum (The Harrah Collection) in Reno, Nevada

#The Phantom Corsair #car #cars #movie cars #car of tomorrow #hot wheels

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osakaonryoif · 4 months

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This might sound weird but...

I want to hear more unhinged train rants. Please provide your answers to the following questions:

Your favourite train model.

Detailed information about the model you chose for question 1.

You 100% have a model train set in your basement. Please provide pictures and nerdy ramblings.

Ever thought about writing an IF set fully on a train? I think you'd knock it out of the park.

That is all. Thank you.

Ah, someone who enjoyed the train rant in the demo. I appreciate you, Anon.

And no, no no, it isn't weird, in fact I find it flattering!

Fun fact, that train rant is 742 words, which is just over 0.5% of the total current word count! But, onto the questions.

Easy, BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0 Steam Locomotive. Although a close second is the Pere Marquette 1255, but that's just me being nostalgic for a Christmas movie.

While yes, the models used on the Shinkansen lines, (such as the N700S Enu-Nanahyakuesu series, which is the train the MC rides in Act one), I am and always will be a sucker for the steam trains over modern electric trains.

Main reason, the big smokestack. Now I know, I know, environmental pollution and all that, but you can't deny how cool they look, as well as acting as a visual signifier of an approaching train from a distance. Second, the whistle. Ohhhh the whistle. Modern trains have whistles, yes, but they are more akin to the horns on cars than traditional train whistles. There's just something distinct about them, but I love the noises. (I may or may not listen to distant steam train noises on youtube while trying to sleep.)

Also, the bell. Of course, not every model had a bell, but they might as well have done. When you think of trains, there's a good chance you associate them with bells, and for good reason.

Finally, the chugging of the wheels as they move along the tracks is iconic, and frankly one of my favourite noises.

Ah, went off on a bit of a tangent, should've been justifying my choice of specific train model, rather than steam trains as a whole.

The 9F Steam Locomotive was the last steam locomotive designed and constructed by British Railways during the 1950's. It was also one of the most powerful steam engines ever built.

I love this model because the front of the locomotive has these side plates, which to me, looks cute because it looks like it's trying to hide it's face because it's shy.

The picture above is actually the last of the 9F classes to ever be constructed, The Evening Star, which was the last steam engine ever constructed by British Railways, and is on display at the National Railway Museum in York. I went there once, and ooh boy lemme tell you I spent ages there. My friends had to physically drag me out of the building. Slight side note though, why does the museum, which is British, have a coach from a Hikari-model shinkansen? The British Museum struck again.

Another reason I like the 9F class is because of it's versatility, which by that I mean that it was run as both passenger trains and freight trains. While they were originally designed as freight trains, some madlad decided to slap some passenger coaches on, and found that it worked wonders! Though if you ask me, it should've been a no-brainer that the most powerful engine you ever built would be a good versatile model.

I suppose by doing that I actually answered question 2 as well. huh. Although, I suppose I didn't go into details about the technical stuff, so here we go.

The full name is the BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0. All steam locomotive classes conceptualised by British Rail had a 6 digit code after their official name. This code tells you the number and layout of the wheels on the locomotive. For the 9F, you have two tiny wheels at the front with a radius of 3 feet, known as the leading wheels, made to help the train around corners and bends in the track, and then 10 MASSIVE wheels, which provide most of the acceleratory power, and are 5 feet in radius.

Traditionally, the wheels near the back of the locomotive were smaller, but the 9F had massive wheels across the entire length, meaning the rear grate had to be set higher than was standard. This had the effect of a smaller firebox than on other models, which meant that the stoker had to shovel coal more frequently in order to keep up maximum fuel efficiency in the steam engine. There is a reason most standard locomotives had a wheel map of 4-6-2.

There are 9 9F, (probably not intentional) that survived the scrap, and are in use in various locations across the UK. We have the aforementioned 92220 "Evening Star" on display at the National Railway musuem, but there are a few being used for other reasons.

In operation at Tourist Destinations/Steam Heritage Railway sites.

92134 (In service at the North Yorkshire Moors Heritage Railway. It is however missing it's original tender, which has been replaced with one from a class 5 73050.)

92203 "Black Prince" (In service at the North Norfolk Railway.)

92214 (In service at the Great Central Heritage Railway.)

Non Operational:

92207 "Morning Star" (This one is in a bit of a sad state. It is literally just a scrap piece of metal tube, which really has no business being called a train. Some dedicated people are trying to restore it to pristine condition, however.)

92212 (In service at the Mid Hants Heritage Railway until December 2019, when it's boiler ticket expired. Is currently being stored at the site.)

92219 (Being stored at the Strathspey Heritage Railway, and is awaiting Restoration. Poor guy is covered in grime, really needs a wash.)

92220 "Evening Star" (On display at the National Railway Museum in York.)

92240 (Is undergoing restoration at the Bluebell Heritage Railway site.)

92245 (Sadly, is being marked for scrap, and will bring the total survivors down to 8. The boiler is going to be given to 92212, which is a prime example of sharing is caring.)

3. I'M SORRY NO I DON'T. IF I DID I WOULD 100% BE CONSTANTLY SHOWING IT OFF.

But, it is definitely on my list of things I want in the future. Just couldn't afford one at the moment, unfortunately.

4. Oh, funny story that. I actually have, several times. While working on Onryo, I have had that itch of wanting to also have a second project. But I would not want to work on more than 2, as at that point I think it would just become excessive, and I doubt they would ever be finished.

So I did have 2 concepts that I couldn't decide on, which I posted on the Choice Of Games forum a few months ago. I'll link it below.

https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/interest-check-thread/39424/5922?u=leinco

I have since decided on the concept of Broken Rails, and will devote myself to writing the first chapter once I have completed act 2 of Onryo. From that point, I will alternate between the two, writing a chapter for each, then switching, until both are done.

I have considered making a tumblr page for it, but I don't want to do anything like that until I have a demo ready, so I have held off.

Bonus fact about Broken Rails - the train you are on is a Class 9F! Because of the apocalyptic setting, electric trains are a no-go.

That is all, you have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. Or is it an approaching train?

#the onryō of osaka #choicescript #dashingdon #if wip #interactive fiction #trains #steam train #steam locomotive

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osrphotography · 3 months

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New Zealand Railways Road Services №1493 [Chevrolet MS/NZMB] seen at Glenbrook Vintage Railway during the 2024 vintage harvest fest.

New to NZRRS in 1947, these 17 seater Chevy's did not last long in NZRRS service. They were replaced by Leylands and Macks. This particular coach spec Chevy was preserved by the Chevrolet Enthusiasts Club.

Other than a service car whose whereabouts and status are unknown, this is the oldest NZRRS bus in preservation. The National Railway Museum of NZ also has a much younger Bedford SB3/NZMB №3583 in preservation.

#photos #bus #chevrolet

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escapismsworld · 1 year

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Museu Nacional dos Coches Lisboa, Portugal by Joana Cordeiro Ferreira

National Coach Museum Lisbon, Portugal by Joana Cordeiro Ferreira

#dark academia #light academia #academia aesthetic #classical #academia #escapism #classic literature #books #books and libraries #architecture #old building #interior #museum #lisbon #Portugal #royal core #cottage core #aesthetics

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clove-pinks · 2 years

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MAIL-COACH TIE. Two things are absolutely requisite, rather out of the common course, to form this tie, which should resemble a waterfall. In the first place, the cloth should be immensely large; in the second, it should have no starch. The tie is made by folding the cloth loosely round the neck, and fastening it with a common knot, over which the folds of the cloth should be spread, so as entirely to conceal it.

— The Whole Art of Dress! or, The Road to Elegance and Fashion (1830) (full text online)

A focus on neckwear for Eighteen-Thirties Thursday: the mail-coach tie. I am indebted to Handbook of English Costume in the 19th Century for the examples of the two Men of Fashion for today's post—and both by the same artist, Daniel Maclise. Descriptions of the clothes by C. Willett and Phillis Cunnington:

Benjamin Disraeli, 1830. Morning coat, strapped pantaloons, pumps with ribbon bows. Frilled shirt with wrist ruffles and 'mailcoach' neckcloth. (National Portrait Gallery)

Henry Phipps, 1st Earl of Mulgrave, etching dated 1830-1838. Frock coat, double-breasted; strapped pantaloons; 'mail-coach' or 'waterfall' neckcloth. (British Museum)

#1830s #fashion history #neckwear #men's fashion #historical men's fashion #Eighteen-Thirties Thursday #pantaloons #frock coat #romantic era #benjamin disraeli #henry phipps #dress history #mailcoach tie #neckcloth #daniel maclise

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annadedanann · 1 year

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From Our Lovely Beautiful Portugal Of The Real World To Our Simmie World !!!

Inspired By My Friend Filipe, From The National Coach Museum In Portugal 💕

https://annaquinnstories.blogspot.com/2022/11/my-carriages-collection-part-iv-for.html

#thesims4cc #thesims4 #thesims4mods #carriage #Collection

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photosbyjabo · 6 months

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The dreamy city of Edinburgh and the Scottish highlands

Scotland, the northernmost part of the UK. This will be the first time for all of us to travel and visit this country and we're all so stoked! We have been warned though that the weather is much colder than in England and apparently it does rain more here. We flew on the last week of March but it still is chilly. We arrived in Edinburgh already late in the morning; took the tram going to the city centre and already you can see and feel that this city has a different charm. First task of the day was to find a good place to eat. We ended up choosing a Japanese place where we had some sushi.

We then walked to the hotel and strolled around the city for a bit. We had planned something very exciting (and scary) for this evening. An underground city tour! This meant that we got to explore the "Old Town" of Edinburgh where there are still underground passages and vaults accessible to people. However, because these are no longer used by people as much as the olden days, they say that these places are now haunted. I have to say that I didn't really take any photos of the whole tour and definitely not whilst underground as it did feel eerily strange. (Probably will not do it again).

Second day -- tour of the Scottish Highlands! We boarded the coach from the city centre where the tour guide kept us informed and entertained throughout the whole ride. The day was a bit gloomy and because we're going to the highlands it's definitely even colder. But despite everything looking a bit barren and grey, personally I can still see how beautiful and amazing the scenery were. It must be even nicer to see it once spring has come. We got off and saw "The Three Sisters" in Glen Coe.

Before heading back to Edinburgh we had a little stopover where we had lunch in a town called Pitlochry.

Day three! Time to explore the city a bit more. A day where we didn't have anything planned so we ended up just visiting the National Museum of Scotland and then had a little coffee break in this amazing café (The Elephant House) where people claim that J.K. Rowling wrote some parts of one of her novels. What a stunning view of the castle while having your coffee!

Last day in Edinburgh! Of course we can't leave without visiting the Edinburgh Castle. There's an incredible vantage point of the whole city from the castle. We've also been blessed with good-ish weather as the sun showed itself today. Ended up spending most of our day there. I think this will be the first castle that I've actually set foot in and explored.

Another famous spot to see and what I assume most people recognise is Victoria Street. Lined up in a curve with these colourful shops and buildings uphill.

Four days being in this city is definitely not enough. There's still so much that we haven't seen and done. I adore the architecture, the history of the city, the people we've encountered have all been nice too, and the overall atmosphere of this beautiful city. This would be my favorite city so far in the UK. Maybe next time when we come back we get to try some Scottish food (for a change, haha!).

All photos taken using an iPhone. (March 2019)

#iphonephotography #travel #photojournal #travelphotography #adventure #Scotland #Edinburgh

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freebooter4ever · 6 months

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As epic as the hockey was last night - and it WAS lol especially the last period, jeff and i were on the edge of our seats. The best part though was a realization i had about this world im trying to break into.

See, my friend "paul" told me something before he left the city (and then got a new job in Japan a month later and im so jealous, he left me here all alone and sad and now he's off having even cooler adventures) - he said that the only way he got his promotion at his old company was by befriending his boss and going out for drinks after work. Which floored me.

And then thinking about the sculptor at l*ght box who blatantly and without shame announced in his presentation that every job he got, he got through friends that he would go out with to build relationships.

And then listening to the Legend talk about back in the day how the more experienced animators used to take him out to lunch when he was still 18, 19 and get him drunk as kind of a hazing ritual. And while the Legend's stories about being so tipsy he had to crawl back to his desk and then try to sit up and draw were absolutely hilarious, the stories made me despair because in an environment like that im not going to cut it.

My closest friends dont care that i dont drink - they've seen me dance, they know that i can act plenty dumb without a drop of alcohol. But people who don't know me well tend to project their own insecurities about alcohol onto me - if they feel guilt over maybe drinking too much they are going to hate me for my seeming judgement of them. (meanwhile im like man, i had to learn to deal with my drunken mother at the age of 14 who honestly was better when she was drunk because it was when she was sober that she was mean. Dealing with drunken friends who giggle a lot, throw up a little, come find me for help because theyre so high theyve lost their shoes and walked two blocks barefoot, and friends who sometimes need to be coaxed into a shopping cart to wheel them back to the car is easy by comparison, i am having fun, this is endlessly entertaining, im saving up fun story fodder for decades to come, no judgement, trust me)

Anyway, i have spent the past two months utterly despairing over the fact that i will never be the type of person who can 'network' properly, and i will never be able to form those 'genuine' bonds that make people want to find you a job.

BUT but. As i was sitting there during intermissions chatting with jeff (who is essentially my boss if it wasnt a 'volunteer' gig lol) and finding out about when he used to coach college soccer and even won a national title, and chatting about the museum and the next couple of months agenda, and chatting about upcoming events we've both been invited to. And i was like holy shit. This is it. Im networking properly \o/ and not a drop of alcohol required, AND its genuinely just two friends hanging out.

anyway, tldr, people who have already found success are gonna try to tell you that there's only one way to do things, and that if you aren't doing it right you need to change what you are doing and maybe your entire personality and do it correctly. Listen to them with a smile, agree with them, and then go do it your own way anyway. Even if its a little slower and less glamerous

#Journal shit

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