Most who read this blog are probably interested in -- let me guess -- motorcycles. Me, too. But, did you know that some big boys like other kinds of toys?
Hard to believe, I know, but there are some who are not interested in motorcycles, but have picked another kind of toy to play with. I even found that some of these miscreants are not satisfied with just one type of toy, but rather, enjoy more than one type.
Well, I recently explored two other types of big boy toys. I witnessed first hand the affliction of some very big, ol' boys playing with toy trains and toy airplanes. (Unlike he-men who ride motorcycles, which are certainly not toys like those others. Right?)
[Oh, yea, right, Bucky.]
I ventured out to visit the Central Railway Model and Historical Association, located in Central South Carolina. The little town of Central houses only about 5000 souls, but is close to both Clemson and Southern Wesleyan Universities, there are many students nearby during the school year. Central was not named because it is near the center of our state, but rather because its geographic location is about half way between Atlanta and Charlotte, along the former Atlanta and Richmond Air-Line Railway line.
The railroad still runs through Central, though the name has changed to the Norfolk Southern. I happened to roll into town just as an intermodal train was passing through. That train had previously crossed over a quite significant trestle near Toccoa Georgia that I have visited on some other rides -- 1, 2 and 3.
I enjoy watching trains, so I hopped off the bike and ran across the street so I could get its picture.
In the process, I happened to capture myself on my video camera. Pretty humorous, watching me dodge traffic and dart back and forth trying to get a good angle for the picture [of the train, of the train, guys].
After the train passed, I went around the block to the model railroad's building. It is in a house they have fixed up for the various layouts. I have visited here before, in October of 2010, so we will be able to see the progress they have made in their layouts and scenery.
I park out front, and spot this Pontiac Solstice that looks almost new. ...and the color is nice I think. Somebody around here must own this toy. I have always liked the design of that little car, built between 2006 and 2009, but the recession, the government takeover of GM, and the subsequent demise of the Pontiac badge killed it. Only 66,000 were built.
I go into the building and am greeted by some older fellows who welcome me, and ask what I was riding. Hmmmmm. I don't know why people ask me that all the time. I tell them about my Ninja, then stow my helmet out of the way under a bench, and begin to look around. They have made considerable progress on the layouts since the last time I was here, and there are probably eight or so guys working on the scenery, the rolling stock, and the electrical system, and two or three who are running the trains with handheld throttle controls. Model railroading has certainly come a long way since my Lionel O gage days, about a hundred years ago, I think it was.
Most of the layout is HO gage, with some HO N-3 narrow gage in places.
Here is a turntable, but there is no roundhouse near it for some reason. Maybe is it just for turning locomotives around.
This fine establishment is the Suds Bucket Bar, where a biker is in the process of being thrown through the front window from inside, but I am not sure that they haven't mixed their metaphors, here. The bikes outside are multi-colored, but certainly not sportbikes. Maybe they represent some of the earlier standards that were painted various colors, like some of the ones I saw at the Wheels Through Time Museum in Maggie Valley North Carolina. Anyway, serious motorcycle riders wouldn't do that kind of thing, let alone drink and ride, I hope.
The Abattoir of Seneca, SC. (I'm sure you know what that is, right?)
Some parts of the layout are not completely sceniced as yet. Like here:
A massive derailment caused by a car wheel catching a switch point, making the trailing cars derail. If I had been a few minutes earlier, I would have had exclusive footage for the 6:00 News!
Passenger cars and a station:
A rock quarry and processing building:
Paper mill (though there were never any real paper mills near here):
The American Flyer S-gage layout, and its overseer, are tucked away in a room of their own:
The modeling scales, from G (I think, the largest here, at the rear) through Z (the smallest).
At my last visit, most of the scenery looked more like this:
An important note to the modelers back then:
Lots of work has been done by these devoted boys playing with their building full of toys.
I complete my gawking at the little railroad, and head to my next point of interest on the ride plan. I have programmed my GPS to lead me there, so all I have to do is follow its spoken and on-screen instructions.
I do so, and it leads me to a locked gate at the Black Sheep RC Club. I am surprised that no one is here on a pretty Saturday.
The day is not lost, however, because I have another point of interest programmed in, too, and it only takes me about five minutes to get there. It is the Firetower Flyers RC Club. Their flying field is adjacent to an old fire tower, and their slogan is "Where the Pilot Always Walks Away!" Apt, I think.
The fire tower:
A sign on the side of the building.
The Hobby Connection, in Easley where I live, is a very nice store selling all kinds of hobby supplies, including trains and planes, helicopters, cars, and assorted other stuff. You can spend hours in there. They also have an outdoor oval racetrack, a road-race course, and a dirt course for RC cars and trucks. You can see the courses from the viewpoint of a satellite here.
As I park at the Firetower field, I have already spotted several guys with mostly large model airplanes, working on them on the field or on benches.
As I dismount and take off my helmet, three or four of them walk over and begin to ask questions about my bike. How fast will it go? How old is it? How many ccs? How long have you been riding? What does this thing do? What does that thing do?
A few of the guys make statements like "I'm glad to see you dressed properly to ride a motorcycle." Yes, so am I, I tell them, reflecting that I have never and would never wear any less to ride. They nod their heads in agreement. Another continues, "I wish I could ride something like that.", and, best of all, "I wish my wife would let me ride something like that."
I carefully construct a response to that last statement to encourage them to go ahead and do it, but that wouldn't get me into too much hot water with their wives -- who, unlikely as it may seem, could be lurking on this blog.
[Don't come after me, ladies. I did the best I could with my wording. Big boys do need toys, you know, and some of them need lots of toys.]
As the questions and comments subside, I walk out to the field where one of the pilots is warming up his plane. None of the planes flying today is equipped with the little Cox .049 cubic inch glow plug engine my Baby Ringmaster control-line airplane has. Rather, these are running 2-stroke cycle engines with as much as 50cc (3 cubic inch) displacement. Some small motorcycles have the same size engine! The fellows tell me that a few planes that fly here have as much as 100cc displacement.
Here is one of the planes, in the process of being started by a swing of the prop. He had to give it several swipes before it fired off.
Fueling up. His fuel supply tank has a hand-cranked pump, but some others have electric pumps -- the height of luxury.
Flying on the level.
Dragging it back after a safe landing:
The pilots are pretty skillful, performing spins, stalls, inverted loops, rolls, etc. As you can tell, I had trouble catching them on my camera.
Chewing the fat.
Some of these men have quite an investment in their hobby.
After an hour of craning my neck at all angles to watch these birds in flight, I bid farewell to this group of big boys, and head on my way. I have certainly enjoyed seeing some of their toys today.
By the way, I still have that Baby Ringmaster.
Brodak in Carmichaels Pennsylvania.
Mine is covered with tissue paper painted with dope (a type of lacquer) to shrink it and to provide color. The can in the lower left is the dope. The can in the upper left is fuel. The engine is laying beside the tail. I have not flown the plane in many years, but it certainly could fly. Maybe I will fix it up this summer and give it a try.
Here is a larger version of the Ringmaster being flown. It is possible to do several aerobatic tricks despite the limited control using only the elevator.
Well, my riding/visiting-boys'-toys day is complete. I have ridden about 71 miles, including a detour up to SC-11 before going to Central.
What are your other big boy toys?
Apple Valley Model Railroad Club, Hendersonville, NC.