mickoo
Western Thunderer
Bet that Dash 9 DPU sounded good, always found the Dash 9 to have a sharper bark to the stack, probably something to do with not being so restricted with Tier regulations.
Last train from my 2018 vacation was memorable at Cosnino, I played it out as long as I could before driving to Phoenix for the flight back to Orlando, just one more train, then just one more.
BNSF had bottled up Transcon 2 and Winslow was throwing train after train West once the flood gates opened, ten trains in two hours, let alone the half dozen East bounds, one of those typical canine 'ball...stick...squirrel' episodes.
Finally after pushing sensibly past departure time it really was time leave, just as I got in the rental I heard another approaching, go or stay, bugger it! There's always another flight!
Grinding up grade at about 15 mph a quintet of Dash 9's, better yet, a gull winged cigar band head end unit; the cut is just deep enough to put you at the same height as the stack, it can't be described, you have to be there to hear and feel it. BNSF have an energy mandate not to power at Run 8, I can't tell the difference between Run 7 and 8 but my guess is this rag tag manifest was using it all to just keep moving.
I suspect this was the last and slowest train out of Winslow, all the previous ones had been stackers and pig racks.
I raced down to the outskirts of Flagstaff where the grade eases and speed picks up enough to hear the traction motors whining, still pulling hard for the big climb up to the divide a few miles ahead. The pair of Southern Belles were a double Brucie bonus and the faded warbonnet on the end topped it all off. Lighting was sunny side down, a minor triffle.
Tail end charlie was another gull wing cigar band Dash-9 giving it the big push.
I paced the DPU for the next two miles as the road runs parallel, windows wide open at 30 mph just taking it in. Couldn't stop grinning all the way to Phoenix, not a care in the world, hell of a way to end a rail fanning vacation.
Five triple four will be on my roster one day
Last train from my 2018 vacation was memorable at Cosnino, I played it out as long as I could before driving to Phoenix for the flight back to Orlando, just one more train, then just one more.
BNSF had bottled up Transcon 2 and Winslow was throwing train after train West once the flood gates opened, ten trains in two hours, let alone the half dozen East bounds, one of those typical canine 'ball...stick...squirrel' episodes.
Finally after pushing sensibly past departure time it really was time leave, just as I got in the rental I heard another approaching, go or stay, bugger it! There's always another flight!
Grinding up grade at about 15 mph a quintet of Dash 9's, better yet, a gull winged cigar band head end unit; the cut is just deep enough to put you at the same height as the stack, it can't be described, you have to be there to hear and feel it. BNSF have an energy mandate not to power at Run 8, I can't tell the difference between Run 7 and 8 but my guess is this rag tag manifest was using it all to just keep moving.
I suspect this was the last and slowest train out of Winslow, all the previous ones had been stackers and pig racks.
I raced down to the outskirts of Flagstaff where the grade eases and speed picks up enough to hear the traction motors whining, still pulling hard for the big climb up to the divide a few miles ahead. The pair of Southern Belles were a double Brucie bonus and the faded warbonnet on the end topped it all off. Lighting was sunny side down, a minor triffle.
Tail end charlie was another gull wing cigar band Dash-9 giving it the big push.
I paced the DPU for the next two miles as the road runs parallel, windows wide open at 30 mph just taking it in. Couldn't stop grinning all the way to Phoenix, not a care in the world, hell of a way to end a rail fanning vacation.
Five triple four will be on my roster one day