Big Thanks

With atomized no. 5 fuel oil stoking the flames, the classy shield emblazoned on the cab deck is gently highlighted by the glow of the fire box. The largest functioning steam locomotive on the planet is alive.

 

The fireman has the steam pressure hovering near 295 and has a firm grip on the water injector. His maintains focus in 3 directions: the tracks ahead, the gauges, and throttle position. When he has a free hand, he gives a wave to the crowds. Many wishing to be him.

 

Throngs of fans track side have a front row seat to the finest show on rails. Bearing down on the next crossing, 1.2 million pounds of locomotive blasts by in a blur of black and then yellow. The engineer plays a symphony with the melodic whistle, bringing smiles to those young and old. Admirers not armed with phones or cameras wave and clap. Some even salute.

 

An hour and another state ago, the throttle was gently cracked open allowing steam vapors and smoke to escape. Wheels began to turn. Onlookers cheered.

 

And it seems just as quickly as it began, the throttle has been closed and this mechanical beast has stopped. With the rods no longer moving, a small army of men with oil guns and lube cans go to work. Valves hiss and pop, almost like a sigh of relief.

 

Is this a dream? For years, this magnificent machine sat quietly in a Pomona park oxidizing the days away. Now, 58 years later, she steams to delight of thousands. For many, it is a dream come true.

 

Thanks to my friends at Union Pacific. In a Big way!

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