Best Of Railwire Travelling Baggage Car - Photo Thread

[wm3798]

7:1?  Does that make it Dog scale?

[chicken45]

I got a big one for ya.
https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/d556de72-dc39-468c-a394-40a6aa034b79#r1_u5z6Rdz.copy

[DeltaBravo]

I got a big one for ya.
https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/d556de72-dc39-468c-a394-40a6aa034b79#r1_u5z6Rdz.copy

With these oversized figures it looks more like a coffin than a rail car. 

[dougnelson]

Here's where that big car is heading:

[peteski]

Here's where that big car is heading:

Nicely done Doug!

[u18b]

I’m sorry to report the Railwire baggage car had several difficulties.  Kind of a long story.  It all started not long out of Louisiana.

The CSX crew had a problem in Mississippi somewhere near Biloxi.
A hot box detector fired off and the crew had to drop off the old baggage car on an unused siding.





A report was filed and the local CSX dispatcher sent out a repair crew.





It took some work, but the repairs were made.







The next day before dawn, a CSX switcher was dispatched to pick up the car.  They coupled to it and headed east, taking it to the Plywood Plains Railway.





The crew made good time and had the car at the CSX/Plywood Plains interchange a little after 11 am.
The baggage car was dropped off and the CSX switcher and caboose returned.





Just before noon, Gerald, from the Plywood Plains, arrived in the new TP70 to make the day’s pickup.
He thought something might be odd….. but his job was to deliver cars, not ask questions.




As he pulled out of the interchange yard, Gerald was pleased to get a glimpse of a CSX F unit pulling an office car.  Wow.  Now that was something new!   He began daydreaming about what it must be like pulling the executive train- and then decided that distance between him and the top brass was probably a good thing.





The Plywood Plains is a scenic route with many wonderful destinations.
Here, Gerald passes the station at Felix Crossing.  Anybody who’s anybody has been by here.  Boy that place must have been something else in its heyday.






The first stop was Aaron Scrap.  Gerald liked Aaron.  He always came out to talk with Gerald- and never without a Mountain Dew and a moonpie.  But not too long.  Gerald’s boss would be looking for him if he stayed too long.





Next stop was Ashley Fertilizer.  Gerald hated this place.  It stunk to high heaven- and no one was friendly.  Gerald’s boss said-- they don’t have to be friendly… they only have to pay their bills!

Whatever. 

As he pulled away, Gerald thought... as he did on most days… “Man, the tumble weeds are bad this year.”





About 5:30 pm, Gerald pulled the baggage car up to the Plywood Plains terminal and repair shops.

General Manager, Ron Bearden, came out to greet him.  He was looking at his watch, looking at the baggage car,  and he didn’t look too happy.






Ron:  What’s that?

Gerald:  It was at the interchange yard, so I brought it in.

Ron:  I didn’t ask you were it came from!  I asked you-- what is it?!  (good grief, I need a new employee!)

Gerald:  Sorry, sir.  It’s a B60b baggage car by the Pennsylvania Railroad, circa 19…...

Ron:  I wasn’t expecting anything like this.  Where did it come from?

Gerald:  (Is he hard of hearing?)   The CSX interchange.  (My boss is so stupid).

Ron:  I know it came from the interchange, you dolt!  Where else do our cars come from?  I mean who sent it to us?  (I bet my nephew could do this job for half of what I pay Gerald).

Gerald:  The paperwork said it came from Louisiana.  Some road named The Baton Rouge Southern… though it made some detour ...I can’t make heads or tails of it.   (One day I’m going to quit this job, but I gotta pay off my El Camino first.)

Ron:  Lemme see the paperwork.

Gerald:  OK.  Here.  (I’m ready for supper).





Ron:  What?!  Can’t you read?  This car’s not destined for the Plywood Plains!  Some guy named Boudreaux was sending it to the Plywood Pacific.  PACIFIC!    Is that what’s on your paycheck? 

Gerald:  No sir.  (there’s not much of anything on my paycheck!).





Ron:  So take it back.  It’s not our problem.

Gerald:  (sigh)    OK.  I’ll do it when I make the rounds tomorrow morning.

Ron:  No…. you’ll do it now!  And I don’t care about supper.  Grab a Slim Jim from the crew lounge and get going.

Gerald:  Yes Sir.  By the way, this car has some interesting cargo.  Do you want me to…

Ron: NO! I don’t want to even know what’s in there.  Just get it out of here!

Gerald:  Yes Sir.  (Maybe the El Camino’s not worth it.)

Ron:  Oh!  And don’t take the TeePee.  It’s too slow.  Take the Champ and a crummie.   I’ll send the fuel bill to CSX.  After all, it was their goof-up.  I’ll call their dispatcher and give him an earful.




Gerald:  All-Right!  (The Champ!  My day just got better!)

Gerald hooked up the baggage car and a crummie to the Champ and headed out.  He dropped off the baggage car back at the CSX interchange, turned at the Wye, and notched it up to 8.




The next day, a CSX freight picked up the outgoing cars including the Pennsy B60b. 






And so.... the baggage car was headed west to the Plywood Pacific last I heard.  After that….. who knows?

[Philip H]

Boudreaux stared at the paper again.

"Plywood Pacific?  How de heck did day get dat wrong 'chere?  Mais I got to go make groceries den I'll call dat Plywood Plains guy and make me an apology. Hum, I wonder if Rouse's has dem crawfish I dun order."

[wm3798]

Ron:  And another thing.  Next time you bring your pet rhinoceros here, clean up after him.  I'm tired of standing in these meadow muffins!  Now help me with my boots!

>>slurrrrrp- THWAP!<<

[nkalanaga]

Off topic, but given the pictures here:  Has anyone modeled a live steam railroad on a large scale layout?  N scale would be almost exact for 1:8, 1.5 inch scale, in 1:20.3.

[eric220]

The local HO club has a kiddie ride at the local fair modeled with N Scale equipment.

[nkalanaga]

OK, that would work.  Some of those fair railroads used 30 inch gauge +/-, and it would be fun to see.

[delamaize]

Jim decided it was time for him to get some well deserved rest, Especially after the last few adventures he had. Jim started to wonder what he had got himself into as he dozed off to sleep.

The next morning, Jim was awoken by the sound of the handbrake being set, then 3 short blasts from a steam whistle. Jim fell out of his chair, and crawled to the door. Opening it, he found that his B60b had been set out at a charming little depot. Although, there was no station marking, or station names posted anywhere.


Jim dismounted his car, Followed by Mr. Sheep, and quickly struck up a conversation with the stationmaster, Greg.
Jim: Good morning! May I as where we are?
Greg: We are everywhere, and nowhere.
Jim: Ummm...Ok...I mean, what is the location of this station?
Greg: I'm not sure today, Could be anywhere?
Jim: No, No, No, What is our current Geographical location?
Greg: Today? Tenino, Wa. Tomorrow, I think Calgary, Ab.
Jim: Ok? Sure. So Tenino, Wa. Got it. By the way, What year is this?
Greg: All of them, You're not getting it are you son?
Jim: Apparently Not.

Jim was puzzled. A few days ago, He was elbow deep in modern rail equipment, Before that, a land of giants, and before that, Early 1900 steam! He knew this Railwire journey was going to be odd, but Skipping though time, that is something he was having a hard time getting use to. Jim and Mr. Sheep climbed back on the Baggage car, and waited for their next move. The B60b all the sudden started shaking and moving violently, like it was in an earthquake. After all the comotion had stopped, Jim and Mr. Sheep again got out of the car, to find they were on a random bridge, and they could see what looked like the edge of the world. Jim now knew that this wasn't a normal trip. Jim started questioning if he was even a real person.



Jim decided enough was enough, and cracked open a bottle of whiskey he had stashed away in his desk. Mr. Sheep and Jim had a good ol' time, until the whiskey was gone, and the world went black. Jim awoke a unknown amount of time later, with the car moving around and the click clack of the rails, and the sound of steam running at speed.  He was moving again.





Jim thought to himself, "Was all of that the other day a dream?" Things started to seem normal again. Jim and Mr. Sheep started making breakfast, and catching up on some paperwork. Soon, the Familiar feeling of a car being set out was presenting itself again. Sure enough, Jim's car was no longer following behind a Northern Pacific A4 Northern.



Jim slid the door open, and asked the Dockhand where the were at. "Calgary, Alberta, Eh" He replied. Jim slowly stepped back from the doorway, and slowly slides the door closed. Jim though to himself, "Was that Crazy Greg right? What in the world is going on here?" About that time, the Baggage started moving again.





Jim at this point is just hoping that the next stop will be normal, and will get him back to some kind of reality.

One more time, the Baggage was set out. Jim closed his eyes, and crossed his fingers, then slid open the door. To Jim's surprize, He found that he was at some kind of pickling plant. AND THEY HAD A HOT TUB! Jim was excited, with Mr. sheep in tow, he rushed over to the group in the "hot tub"


Jim: Hey Hows the water! Can I join you?
Björn: Detta är inte en badtunna, det är en Lutefisk badkar! Det är en svensk tradition!
Jim: What.....
Olga: Ja! Det är mycket bra för själen, men inte så bra för huden.
Elsa: De säger att badning i Lye är inte en bra idé, men vi sugar vet bättre! Bli med oss!
Jim: I think I'll pass, Do any of you speak English?
Björn: Ja! We all speak english! You don't want to join us in the Lutefisk?
Jim: No, Thank you. Where are we right now?
Björn: We are in Calgary.
Jim: Where were we yesterday?
Björn: We were in Tenino, Wa.
Jim: Oh man, I'm so confused.

Jim walked back to his car, and loaded a few barrels of Lutefisk that Björn in Co insisted that he take with him. Jim again started to wonder what kind of adventure is up next! One last time the Baggage car lurched forward, and they were again on their way!





After a few minutes, the unmarked Mallet slowed down, and proceeded to back the B60b back into a siding. Jim could smell salt air, and hear the sound of a tugboat and waves. Jim's B60b had been set on a small car float.



Jim asked the loadmaster for the carfloat where their destination was. "Houston, Tx, Via some voodoo magic!" He replied. Jim Settled in for another stop on the weird adventure of the Railwire B60b tour.

[x600]

Nice job, Mike,
Too bad nobody got the Lutefisk reference.

(Crazy) Greg O.
mrns.org

[Jrbenny2]

Yah Sure, caught the Lutefisk reference.  Pun intended. 

[dnhouston]

When Jim woke from his nap he knew something was different. 
The gentle rocking of the waves was gone as was the call of the sea birds. 
All he could hear was a repetitive pounding and crushing sound. 
What the heck had he gotten himself into this time?



Jim and Mr. Sheep jumped down and took a look around.
Jim: I don't know how to tell you Mr. Sheep but this doesn't look like Houston.
Russ (the sheep): Baa...
Jim: And stop rolling around in the dirt.  Last time you tracked it all through the car.
Russ: Baa...

   

Lucas: Hey mister, what ya doing way up here?  And what type of car is that?
Jim: It's a PRR B60b baggage car
Lucas: If you say so.
Jim: And where is up here?  Isn't this Houston?
Lucas:  Mister you are surely lost.  This is southern Colorado.  Hey what ya got in that thing?
Jim: A bunch of private packages that need to be delivered
Lucas: Is that Lutefisk I smell?
Jim: What?
Lucas: Lutefisk!  I haven't had that since I was a kid visiting my grandparents in Sweden over Christmas.  May I have some?
Jim: Sure kid, help yourself.  So how do I get to Houston?
Lucas: Mister, I don't know.  But I can have the foreman call down and see if they can send up an engine.

Steve (the foreman): Hey Fred, I need you to send an engine up to the mine.  We have some sort of railcar on our siding.
Lucas: It's a PRR something something something baggage car
Fred: Steve, you've got to be kidding me.  How did a car get up on your siding?
Steve: I have no clue.  Lucas heard a ruckus outside and there it was.  With some strange man and a sheep wanting to go to Houston.
Fred: Houston!  What in tarnation is going on up there?
Steve: Just send an engine so we can get back to work!

A short while later workhorse number 81 rumbled up.



Jim: You here to take me to Houston?
Engineer Mike: Heck no.  I was told to haul you down to Lamb where another engine would pick you up
Jim: Whatever.  Mr Sheep, it looks like we're off on another ride
Russ: Baa...

After what seemed like hours, they finally ground to a halt in front of the Schelle tractor factory in Lamb.



Engineer Mike: This is the end of the line for me.  Good luck

Meer mintues later another engineer popped his head in.
Engineer Chris:  Hold on mister.  I'm hear to take you down to Jasper.  Dave, our railroad foreman, will meet you there

A couple of hours later they screeched their way into the Jasper station

   

Engineer Chris:  Mister, you have a few minutes to stretch your legs.  Dave's running late, as usual.  I'll leave you here under the shade tree until he shows up.  Then we can back you up to the loading platform
Jim: Mr Sheep, enjoy yourself.  But not too much!
Russ: Baa...

As promised, it was only a few minutes before the B60b was backed up to the loading platform



Dave:  Mr. Jim and Russ I presume!  Great to finally meet you!
Jim: So what's going on?  I'm supposed to be going to Houston.  And who is Russ?
Dave:  You've been talking to Crazy Greg I bet
Jim: Ummm... Yep
Dave: Everywhere and nowhere?
Jim: That's him
Dave: And you believed him when he said Houston?
Jim: Ummmm..
Russ: Baa...
Jim: Oh come on Mr. Sheep, you believed him too
Russ: Baa...
Dave: Let me assure you, your shipment was meant for the Dusty Junction.  In particular, for right here in Jasper.
Jim: Are you sure?
Dave: Let's see, a few bags, a few crates, a package of used pinball machine parts, one sheep, one 55 gallon drum, one large black ... oh wait that was offloaded
Jim: Ok, ok.  How do you know all that?
Dave: Three ghosts.  You do still have the ghosts don't you?
Jim: What, no!  We never had any ghosts!
Dave: Tisk, tisk!  Scratch the ghosts.  Let's see here, one turbo steam punk spectral thermal reactor containment unit.
Jim: Now you are starting to freak me out!  Where did you find out about all of this?
Russ: Baa...
Dave: Yes, Russ.  He doesn't understand does he?
Russ: Baa...
Dave: Yes, yes.  Now let's finish.  Some Surlee Salt, a flux capacitor, Steve the elf.  No wait, he left and joined a band
Russ: Baa...
Dave: Ah yes, a few oysters, and some Lutefisk.  Unless you gave it all to Lucas.  You gotta watch that kid.  He eats like a horse!
Jim: So what am I supposed to do with all of this?
Dave: Well, I have good news and bad news.  The bad news is our warehouse recently caught fire, so I have nowhere to store your stuff.  The good news is I have your next set of orders.  If I'm reading this right, you're off to the Seaboard System.  But then again, you know, everywhere and nowhere....
Jim: Oh great!
Dave: Oh and Russ, don't explain until he needs to know
Russ: Baa... 
Jim: What?!

With that engineer Chris hauled Jim off across the imanginary creek and on to further adventures....