QUOTE: Originally posted by manitoban Riding behind a smoke, cinders and steam belching CN Pacific 4-6-2 to the beach every summer in gas-lit, arched-windowed wooden coaches was what peaked my interest in railroading. The prime excitement every day was to meet the noon train, and hitch a ride in the baggage car to the wye, water tower and back, as the crew turned and watered her for the trip back to the city at 7:00 p.m. (The second highlight of the day.) As a consequence of my enthusiasm, my dad got me a tinplate train set for Christmas one year.