Today i went to the DRS kingmoor TMD open day the idea was to try and see what exactly rail enthusiasts see in locos and try and get into an enthusiast mind.
Well i failed miserably, i met 2 forum members from here (both railstaff) and i must say they tried their best to help me understand but i ended up leaving with more questions than answers.
So maybe some people on here could try and help me.
Why would you stand out in the pouring rain (and i mean pouring) with your camera just to take a pic of a 37 yet there is a 37 which looks identical in the shed and which is undercover.
Why would you travel miles just to see 1 certain loco they all look the same other than the numbers i can't understand why.
Why would you stand in the pouring rain in a queue for an hour with no shelter just to see that certain loco.
I have many more questions but i will leave it at that for now hope someone can help.
All the best.
Simon
I suggest you read Jeremy Clarkson's 'I know you got soul' - that explains part of my affliction.
I suppose it goes back to when I was a kid. It always brought me great joy to ride on a train. Then I saw a train that looked like the bottles of Virgin cola that I recognised from when my parents when shopping. It was bright red. Red was my favourite colour.
I got to go on it, I appreciated the difference between the train I usually got to Edinburgh and this one. I preferred 'the Virgin one'
That was when I was about 4. I always kept an interest, but it was when I was 13 and got my first decent camera that I took a real interest. To me, they were interesting therefore, they were worthy of a photo. Then I soon had a collection of roughly similar photos, I got bored. I decided to go for special trains, they were never the same. At the same time I was doing the same with my camcorder. I was uploading them to Youtube, I watched other people's videos. From these videos I saw that some were very enthusiastic over the Valenta engines in Class 43 locos - I, somewhat daftly, saw these people as cool. I learned to love the Valenta engine, which possibly was because it was distinctive, pleasing and a firm childhood memory. I remember a day in December 2008, Valentas were on the way out, it was cold and frosty and I woke up at 10am. Bollocks. I woke up at the same time as, what should have been a Valenta engined power car left Inverkeithing for Edinburgh - I knew this,
because I'd checked the diagrams the night before. I resolved to head to the Divit to catch the next HST to Waverley at 12 anyway.
I remember my heart sinking as I watched an MTU power car and 9 identical coaches glide in. 'Oh well,' I though, 'Wait a minute!' I listened. I heard the familiar deep, thoaty rattling-rumble of a Valenta. I smiled from ear to ear.
That was the last time I rode behind a Valenta in Scotland.
Of course, I was a fan of other types of engines too. By April 2009, I had a number of friends who were rail enthusiasts - this changed everything. It was no longer an anti-social hobby. I gained just as much enjoyment from their banter and the journey, as the trains.
Now, I take the odd video. I take more pictures, but I try to be arty. My interest lies in photography, not taking pictures.
A lot of my enjoyment from the railways comes from helping others enjoy them, hence why I enjoy stewarding SRPS Railtours and checking tickets (but more importantly, answering questions) as a Travelling Ticket Inspector on the Strathspey Railway. If I went into the railways, there's every chance I'd pursue a career as a Guard, without considering being a Driver. I'm a nosey and a social person, I like being around and dealing with people.
I can now say that, despite everything, I'm 17, got some excellent mates - many of whom don't give a toss about trains -had a girlfriend (don't ask how long for, that bit's not important!) and discovered the awesomeness of drinking in the Meadows in Edinburgh.
I think that should explain the mindset at any rate.