Would anyone like to share some more golden railroad moments?
My story is pretty mundane, really. When I was about 7 my Dad and Mum and Sister and me went on a train from Leicester (London Road) to Birmingham. It was one of those diesels where the driver’s cab has a glass screen at the back so passengers can see along the tracks. To the right of the cab is a wheel which looked to me, an innocent young child, like a steering wheel but was in fact the brake wheel. Anyway, we’re trundling along and smarty-pants says to Dad, ‘How does the driver steer the train?’ Dad replies, ‘He doesn’t. The train follows the rails. See that curve coming up ahead? The train will follow it, because its wheels are guided by the rails.’ I was at the age when Dad was the voice of God from on high, so I accepted his word without demur. A few minutes later, another train could be seen, approaching on the opposite line. ‘Dad, are we going to crash?’ ‘No, son. The train you see is coming toward us on the other line’. Funny how the world looks to a small child. I’ve never fo
