What you may not happen to have or be

The scent of cinders, slag and creosote -
balancing from rail to rail, signal flares and
the green glass of telephone pole insulators

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I always dreamed of making a small rail riding car that would be powered by a lawnmower engine. It wouldn't have been elaborate -- simply a platform with a crude set of controls. Even today, I imagine how it would be made and more importantly, you beside me on the seat. When I see a railroad company pickup truck that has been retrofitted with rail wheels, I get excited. I guess my soul is dazzled by trains and you but I don't really understand much of the reasoning for it.

I may never make the rail riding car, but that's really not so important.