It's the sights, sounds, smells.
It's in the bloodstream.
The anticipation.
Power.
History.
Iron and Steel.
Muscle.
Sweat.
GLORY.
It's America! It's Europe! It's India!
(And all other countries too with their own railroads and railfans!)
Some things and places only our imaginations could dream of.......
Travel.
Dream.
The ability to recreate our own little worlds in scale,
whether it be an exact replica of our hometown memories
or just a plain old miniature world
in which we choose to live in whenever we want.
I'm the Mayor of this town damn you!
The railroad WILL run right down the middle of the street!
It's the ability and nerve to really run an actual railroad train.
Driving a train. That sounds so romantic in itself.
It's getting your hands dirty.
Hard work.
Determination.
Planning.
Creating.
Serving a nation.
It's being alone.
It's being with other railfans sharing your knowledge.
It's fishing. Waiting for the big one to come alone.
It's riding.
Comfort.
Scenery.
Coal smoke and steam.
Valves popping. PHISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rumbling diesels assulting your senses.
You can feel them.
Taste them!
It's the look on little kid's faces.
It's the 80 year old couple on Amtrak
in the dining car next to you telling you
how it's their second honeymoon.
It's modern sights and old ways.
It's missing what has gone.
Everything at once assaulting your senses.
A living thing.
It's our friend.
It's Godzilla eating a subway train while you hear people screaming.
Terrifying you.
The train always gets it.
Speed.
Frustration.
A way to get home.
A religious experience.
IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD.
Some like a train transfusion and become railfans.
It's a job.
A family tradition.
Naw.
There isn't anyway to describe it.
Ya just gotta be there. I have chased trains since I could walk.
Don't know.
I'll be damned.
Makes me happy, I know that.
Listen to Simon and Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound".
The first line says it all.
It's his destiny.