Somehow I don't equate the usual G-gauge garden railway with live steam big enough to ride on. Rather sounds like he was pinned underneath a rollover in a place where crane access was impossible. I'll bet the weight of the equipment came as an unpleasant surprise to the first responders.
Being of a similar age, I can imagine how long recovery will take. I wish him well.
(When I first opened this thread I was expecting one of those pseudo-scientific diatribes about the dangers of model stack gasses, awkward working positions, or just breathing what passes for air in industrial Great Britain.)
Chuck
I think it's time to take his keys away.
Well ain't that just something? Sounds like a plot from a Stephen King story.
The Dixie D Short Line "Lux Lucet In Tenebris Nihil Igitur Mors Est Ad Nos 2001"
What nobody had a comera??
Dave
The head is gray, hands don't work , back is weak, legs give out, eyes are gone, money go's and my wife still love's Me.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-coventry-warwickshire-15613032
I have figured out what is wrong with my brain! On the left side nothing works right, and on the right side there is nothing left!
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