The whole Middle Park region is served by these gray-and-blue buses
So, you may have gathered by now that I’m a committed model railroader. I have a layout that takes my half of the garage (my wife parks her car in her half, something I actually understand on cold mornings when I must scrape frost off my windshield). The setting is the rail line between Denver and Winter Park. Turns out there’s a ski resort at Winter Park. I know, I was surprised too. And this ski resort is the hub of a vast, if scattered, array of condos catering to skiers. And these skiers like to ski, which is done up at the resort. Which means they have to get there. Which brings us to the subject of this post: the fleet of shuttle buses known as The Lift. See what they did there? It’s a play on the concept of ski lifts, which is something skiers need to get to the top of the mountain. Very clever. Especially since the skiers need the buses to get to the bottom of the mountain.
We first discovered these buses in 1993, the occasion of our very first trip on the erstwhile Ski Train. Unlike the regular Amtrak trains, the Ski Train disembarked passengers right at the base of the ski mountain. So who needs the bus, if you’re already at the resort? We did. Because, we’re not downhill skiers; we were headed down valley to the (also erstwhile) Idlewild cross-country facility. Enter the shuttle buses, literally. The whole Middle Park region is served by these gray-and-blue buses, which are free for the using. The system has been funded by a consortium of businesses, headed by the resort itself. From what I can gather, it’s been in place for about 30 years, though the system contracted somewhat in recent years, trimming the routes down to Granby and possibly others. When we first became acquainted with it, the buses were uniformly of the school-bus variety, sans yellow paint. As time progressed they added a few different, and more comfortable types, but the International buses have remained. The one at the top of this post was pictured in December 2004. More recent photos show that they’ve dispensed with the signage on the sides, but the overall scheme remains essentially the same.
So, back to the model railroad. A prominent feature of my layout is the Winter Park area, including part of the town formerly known as Hideaway Park (now simply Winter Park). Since the buses are such a prominent feature of the area, I thought that I should like to model some to decorate the layout. Accordingly, since the mid-1990s I have slowly accumulated HO-scale school buses, with the intent of repainting them. A year or so, I finally got around to it.
There are a few considerations that must be dealt with before one busts out the airbrush. These include:
Source photos. These are remarkably hard to come by, unless you make a trip there and photograph some. And then, all you’ll get is contemporary views. As it turns out, the best photo I could find is a slide that I took myself (at top, again). Google images will get you three or four more, and that’s about it.
Graphics. The buses had a sign on each side and a modified version on the front above the windshield, a red stripe, and all the usual safety markings. You’re not going to find any of this stuff from the usual decal vendors (except the red stripes).
Sign Boards to support the signs. Notice those ribs on the sides of the buses? Yeah, they cut a piece of sheet metal and bolted it on, so that the signs would be flat. You need to do that for these buses.
Ski racks. On the door side there are racks for stowing skis so people don’t have to wrestle them down the aisle.
Fortunately, a few years ago I discovered the Testors decal system, and am fairly good with Photoshop Elements. Basically, in the proud tradition of Colorado, I rolled my own. I created all the “The Lift” graphics, stripes, Emergency Exit and Emergency Door signs, no-right-turn sign, and license plates. I printed all this on white-back decal paper. Next time I am doing a sheet of clear decals for something, I’ll do the bus numbers too (4 per bus).
Once I’d cobbled together some ski racks and signboards for my buses, I disassembled the bodies and primed and painted them. The bodies are medium gray and the roofs are dark blue– my shade of blue is very dark, but I don’t really care that much. I also masked the grilles and the lights. Once the paint was dry, I peeled the masking and applied the decals, and voila! Resort Shuttle buses.
Of course it’s a little more involved than that, especially since the decals aren’t separated like typical commercial ones and you have to trim them right down to the art, no border allowed. But I mass-produced three of them so it wasn’t horribly difficult.
Incidentally, the numbers on my license plates are accurate for specific buses. Yeah, I’m that OCD.
Now I have three buses in the motor pool, just about right for the amount of scenery I have to cover, and I’m tickled at how they turned out.
Incidentally, if you are interested in painting some of these for your own needs and need the decals, drop me a note in the comments and I can help you with that.
Sometimes, a proper Risk Management plan will call for the eradication of a species
I hereby interrupt my extensive hiatus from blog posting with this digression. Last time I was talking about backdrops and how to convincingly create them. This time I am discussing the proposition that sometimes, a proper Risk Management plan will call for the eradication of a species.
In this case: the common house cat.
By way of background, we are actually “dog people”. We had dogs, exclusively, from 1985 through 2011. That’s a reasonable track record. Not that I necessarily had anything against other species, but allergies to cat hair on the part of wife and daughter prevented us from ever getting any of the species felinus terriblus. Plus, the dogs found cats to be a tasty pre-supper treat. They even come with their own floss for post-prandial hygiene. This is important to the well-groomed dog.
But, things change. As time went by, all the members of the canine tribe died off one by one, the last in 2011. Contemporaneously, the spouse found that she had lost the cat allergy, and the daughter was no longer living at home and so granted her permission for us to acquire cats. So we got one. A small, beautiful, cuddly black short-hair kitty who sleeps on my neck at night. No problem.
BIG problem. What hasn’t been mentioned is the other daughter and her enormous ball of fuzz that joined her household while away at college. This would be Mister Darcy, a 19-pound Maine Coon cat with a vast halo of fur. Why does this cat matter? Because he’s now living with us, that’s why. Now, with a name like Mister Darcy, one might expect him to be a perfect gentleman, if initially skeptical of Elizabeth Bennett. But what Jane Austin didn’t bother to tell us is that Mister Darcy has a penchant for sneaking into the garage and wandering around, jumping up on work benches and model railroads.
Yes, dear readers: my model railroad inhabits the garage. It’s rather large, and extensively scenicked, and rather beautiful. But, oddly, when I built the landforms around tunnel 30, I I didn’t think to build them to withstand direct asteroid impact nor to survive the pressure of a 19-pound cat. Silly me.
What’s the one proverbial truth that everyone knows about cats? Answer: that they should never be let out of a bag. Which, if one does, is a blunder only slightly less well-known as not getting involved in land wars in Asia, because there’s a second proverbial truth about cats having to do with curiosity. The funny thing is, I had always thought that it went as follows: “Curiosity killed the cat.” However, I have recently learned that it’s more accurately rendered as “Curiosity destroyed the model railroad,” followed by “… and then its owner killed the cat.”
You can see where this is headed, can’t you. I have a terrible habit of foreshadowing. Well, one fine day after an interval of inactivity I was starting to run some trains. The first train downhill from Winter Park encountered some kind of obstacle in the hidden helix. When I investigated, I discovered that the entire hillside above Tunnel 30 was collapsed into the helix! Plaster chips and model trees littered the landscape. Disaster! Mayhem! How did this happen? Could I fix it? And most importantly, who could I accuse of the crime?
And that’s when I saw it. A tuft of fur, gray fluffy fur, snagged on the top edge of the masonite backdrop. J’accuse! The CAT did it! All 19 pounds of him, that innocent-looking Mister Darcy with the deceptive moniker had destroyed my 1/87 kingdom! A towering rage seized me and I went in search of the culprit, murder in my eye, bent on exacting retribution. Well, a cat this size can’t hide very long in a house like ours, and within moments I located the villainous creature! I reared back to deliver judgment, and– and– aw, look, he’s so cute and fuzzy! Hi, buddy! Here, let me pet you under your chin. Can I get you a treat? Feed you, perhaps? Let you back out in the garage to play? Sign over the deed to the house to you?
Yeah, that’s right. I’m a chump. Besides, the evidence of this specific crime was merely circumstantial; the hair could have been left on a previous visit and not been related to the earthquake. Plus, I had taken a bit of a nasty fall right in that area while taking down boxes of Christmas decorations, and Mister Darcy’s Chief of Staff (my daughter) maintains that I was the culprit and not her dear cat. The jury was unable to reach a verdict and a mistrial was declared.
How did it all turn out? Well, happily I was able to re-install the broken mountainside with much greater success than I initially assumed. One can barely even see the damage now.
But I’m still installing security cameras. And electrified fencing.
What they don’t teach you in geometry class is that low-grade 5/16″ plywood has a mind of its own, especially if it has ever gotten wet.
Of all the math courses I took in junior high and high school, the one in which I actually got decent grades was geometry. I suspect it’s because the subject made sense. It wasn’t dealing in the abstract but instead it had immediate real-world applications. (Apologies to all the math teachers out there; I get it that you have to be able to crunch the numbers before you can apply them.) In fact, that geometry class may have been my favorite one at Fairview High, despite the teach’s terrible 1970’s comb-over. I mean, really. When you can see shiny scalp between the bryl-creamed strands of hair, who exactly do you think you’re fooling?
But I digress. Geometry, and especially trigonometry, have proven more useful in my world than almost any other subject I learned in school. Yeah, I got mediocre grades in English! A person can use trigonometry to build stuff. That and an understanding of the concept of piare sufficient tools to design things like, say, a model railroad. Well, that and a few carpentry skills, which I picked up from my dad and my other favorite class, wood shop. (Why not two favorites? Why choose between pizza and a hot fudge sundae? Gimme both, say I!)
What they don’t teach you in geometry class is that low-grade 5/16″ plywood has a mind of its own, especially if it has ever gotten wet.
So let’s fast-forward about 21 years after my graduation from high school. One week the family was out of town, so I used the evenings to throw together some benchwork for a layout expansion in the spare room. My design called for using the conventional cookie-cutter method to create the subroadbed. I visited Hacienda, came home with all the requisite materials **, and stockpiled them on the back porch for the following day when I would start cutting. Unfortunately the next day it rained while I was at work. Not to worry, I said to myself; the wood will behave if I use sufficient supporting risers between the subroadbed and the supporting 1X4 framework. I should have worried.
(** Why use such thin plywood for decking? Because, in turning a helix, it enabled me to reduce the grade just a smidge since the structure above the lower levels was a bit thinner.)
Turns out, my materials had acquired some new un-flatness, and I was never really able to completely train it out of the wood. Plus, thin plywood doesn’t warp consistently in every direction anyway; it actually does have a bit of a grain. And here’s the thing: laying tight-radius track on a grade with reverse curves is a recipe for disaster anyway. Throw in a few unplanned humps and dips and you will never reliably keep a train together. It’s like installing multiple yard humps out on the mainline; those Kadees just slide apart. (Hm, a model hump yard with scale retarders? Who wants to give that a shot in 1:87? I can tell you, the hump part will work just fine!)
Okay, now move forward another decade. We’ve moved to a new house and I’m rebuilding the railroad in a larger space, using many of the components from the prior installation. This, of course, means that I’ve incorporated the same warped roadbed in the construction. Truth is, I never operated the former version enough to realize how bad the track geometry problems were. Now, however, I have a much longer, fully ballasted mainline and I’m operating longer trains with (this is significant) a lot of 86′ cars. Turns out, cars less than 50′ are Labrador retrievers, pretty forgiving of squirrelly operating conditions. An 86′ flatcar, on the other hand, is a rich sorority girl; it wants to be treated like a little princess or it uncouples, or goes off the rails. I had a whole yard full of prima donnas. So, what to do? Go our separate ways, or fix the relationship?
This is where it’s useful to ponder the seemingly-obvious fact that we’re modeling actual railroads, only smaller. Real railroads face similar challenges, although they’re usually smart enough not to install a 40-degree curve on a mainline! No, they have track geometry problems of their own. Take a look at the header photo, which I snapped of the track at my former employer. What solutions do real railroads bring to the problem? Well, two immediately come to mind. One is to contract a rail grinder company to visit and to smooth out the railheads. Another is to get the section gangs or other contractors to level the roadbed, lifting track when necessary, and get everything more-or-less on the same plane. It turns out that the first solution is tough to employ on a widespread basis in scale applications, whereas the second holds far more promise. And that’s where I am going to spend the rest of our time today: how to level out your track by lifting and re-ballasting.
Okay, first a couple of assumptions. First, I use flextrack, basic old Atlas Code 100 in my case, but any flextrack will do for this. You must be using some kind of flex track or scale “panel” track; hand-spiked track is beyond our scope. Second, I’m ballasting my track and so must you. The type of ballast is up to you. On my railroad I go mostly for a darker shade to represent the D&RGW’s slag and scoria that they used for years. It’s a blend of 50% commercial black ballast and 50% coarse sand. In other words, sand that’s roughly the same size as the commercial ballast. Third, I’m using mostly cork roadbed, because it’s easy, firm, and has a good profile. It’s also possible to use craft foam cut into strips; I actually use large sheets of this to underlay my yard trackage, but use multiple strips to elevate mainline bypass tracks around the yards.
Other tools and materials?
A short straight-edge, such as a small level, between 8″ and 12″ in length.
A tack hammer.
A nail set.
An inexpensive chisel.
A medium-soft paint brush
Track spikes, something a little longer than normal since we are lifting the track higher than normal.
A bottle of white glue such as Elmer’s (don’t go with the cheap dollar-store stuff!!!).
A squeeze bottle for diluting the glue, such as your previous Elmer’s bottle.
A spray bottle, such as you might use for plants or laundry or training the cats. Just be sure you tell your wife that you’ve borrowed hers. A better solution is to purchase your own dang bottle…
Now that you have all that stuff in a pile, let’s examine your track. First of all, you probably already have some idea where the problems live, but I’d suggest the following: assemble a short train of long cars, such as piggyback flats. These are best because there is little in the way above the deck line and you can most easily observe the action of the couplers. Now, run the train slowly around the railroad, walking with it and observing any bobbing of the ends of the cars. See if there are places where one car’s coupler lifts away from the adjoining car. Sometimes it’s obvious and other times it may take a few runs. Once you identify the spot, mark it somehow. You’ve found a high spot, which means that on one side or the other is a sag. The sags are what we must locate, and this is where the straight-edge (your short level) comes into play. I use a level not because of its leveling features, but because it’s thicker than a ruler. This aids you in the process.
Place the level atop the railheads at the high point, and move it each way, eyeballing it from the side. You should be able to see where the track dips away from the straight-edge. Go out some distance in each direction from the high point. This can be tricky if it’s on a curve and even more so on a curving grade, as there’s a helical shape introduced into the track now. More on this later.
So, now you’ve found a sag. This is important since it’s far simpler to lift a sag than to undercut a high spot. We will focus on dealing with the sag.
Assuming that your track’s been nailed down already, here’s what you do. Take the chisel and whack chunks out of the plywood.
No. No. I’m only kidding! That is not what you do.
(Take 2) Locate any track nails in the area, take the chisel, rest it on the railhead, and use its sharp edge to gently lift the nails up from the sub-roadbed. Yes– we are using the chisel as a crowbar. Once you have loosened all nails in your sag, gently loosen the track from the ballast. I’m assuming here that you had glued the ballast when first installed. Sure, you could just demolish the first ballast installation, but that’s really not necessary.
— And here’s where I am going to take a giant step backwards and pretend that I was smarter back when I first installed the ballast. Here’s the secret: you can do all of this before you put the ballast in the first time! Saves much time. If you haven’t yet ballasted the track, simply adjust this process. You’re smart and I’m confident that you can manage it.
OK, back on track, so to speak. Now that you have your sag loosened, you want to try to get the railheads as level as possible, longitudinally and laterally. (Also, it’s kinda important that you don’t work on too much track at a time, lest it drift off alignment.) Okay so far? Now you have a loosened piece of track hovering above the roadbed. Take a Dixie cup full of your preferred ballast, and gently sprinkle it down the center of the track Not much, mind you. Just enough to work between the ties and get under the track. Work this in with the brush, tamp by gently tapping on the track, and re-check things with the straight edge. Wash, rinse, and repeat as necessary until the track has been leveled across the sag (without creating a new hump. That would be defeating the purpose, you see). Once it’s to the desired grade, ballast outside the rails, being sure to fill any voids caused by lifting the track.
Now, we fix it all in place. Mix some glue about 50:50 with water in the small squeeze bottle. Gently spray the track with the spray bottle to moisten things. Using your squeeze bottle, flow the glue mixture into the ballast, thoroughly saturating it. Be sure you saturate it all! Now, go away and do something else for a day or so.
After the ballast has hardened, gently push the track nails back into place. If you didn’t move anything, they should find their former holes and go right in. You really don’t want to pound on anything at this point, but you can use the tack hammer and nail set to seat any stubborn nails if absolutely necessary. But remember: be gentle! And accurate too, let’s not forget about that. The nails are not really holding the track down now; that’s being done by the ballast and the glue.
Polish the railheads to remove any extraneous glue or haze, inspect for any stray chunks of ballast that might interfere with a flange, and send the test train back over the spot. You should notice a marked improvement. Chances are, there will be other sags and humps, sometimes revealed by fixing one like this. I had to lift an entire section of track, two or three feet long, to deal with a serious dip. Just fix whatever you must, until your trains stay on the rails better.
The result: You will be so glad you leveled your track. It makes such a difference.
A comment on superelevation. This, for those who may not be familiar, is simply the technique of banking railroad track on curves, much as in Nascar or at Indy, right? It seems like a really good idea, so I tried it on my railroad. Um, it was a disaster. Here’s why: I’m dealing with pretty tight radii, down to 24″ r at times. I know, I know, curves that sharp look terribly unrealistic, but space constraints are a reality. Well, if you think about superelevation, you are essentially laying track around a bowl. If you have long cars such as 85′ passenger cars, auto racks, or pig flats, what happens is that the trucks lean up so that the outboard axles are pushed higher. Combined with the fact that the trucks are already turned to the side, the outer ends of the trucks will probably hang up on the underside of your car and derail. If you superelevate a curve on a grade, it’s even worse–it’s like climbing a corkscrew. I ended up abandoning the effort, removing all shims from my track and reverting to level track. In some ways it would almost be better to lean it out than in, at my curvatures! Sub-elevation? Hm. But no, I draw the line at some things. I would not recommend superelevating any curves at less than about 48″ radius in HO scale, proportionally adjusted for other scales.
So, I was updating my website the other day. It’s a basic, self-maintained, technologically-obsolete place that I use to display my train photos. You know, railfan stuff? (For the Brits: trainspotting pictures…) There’s a section there all about my model railroad. And in that section there’s an index page. And on the index page is… well, a collection of short ramblings.
Kinda like a blog section, but… shorter. Like I said.
Well, as Gru would say: “Light bulb.” If it’s a-gonna act like a blog, then by gums it oughta BE a blog.
Which brings us to this. This, being the screen you’re reading at the moment, dear readers. (See how I pluralized that? I have great faith that at least two people will eventually read this!) This is the inaugural entry for my blog. A blog about model trains and possibly the big ones too. I guess it depends on how I’m feeling on whatever future day I sit down to write about this stuff.
As with any good project, it’s good to have a think at the get-go about scope. After all, if the Hubble guys had had a better approach up front, maybe their scope would not have required corrective lenses. I want to see everything 20:20 before I launch this sucker! Focus, end-user! So, here’s a shot at describing scope.
See? That was easy!
Now, on to the Mission Statement.
“A model railroad in every basement or garage”
(Dang, I’m knocking ’em out of the park like the Cubbies today.)
Well, if it worked for Bill Gates with computers, why not for miniature railroad enthusiasts?
… but then, speaking of Brits and trainspotting, I have a thought about that movie, The Railway Man. You know, the one with Colin Firth? Excellent show, but there’s a cautionary tale if I ever saw one. If you haven’t seen it, the basic idea is this: You have this nice young feller / bloke in His Majesty’s Army, who is a self-described railway enthusiast. (It’s a true story, more or less). He has the bad luck to be captured at Singapore by the Imperial Japanese. He’s herded off to captivity, but he ends up with a relatively-unbrutalized job as a POW. All until his railway enthusiasm gets the best of him. Here’s a suggestion: if you’re ever a POW, don’t ask too many questions about the local rail lines and then draw a MAP about it! They might misunderstand your intent. When they do, and the Japanese did, that whole unbrutalized situation can turn around fast. Yep, the Railway Man became brutalized, extensively. Bad luck, indeed.
And why am I bringing that up? Because it’s like this. We model railroaders / train enthusiasts / railfans / foamers are not a well-understood species by the populace at large. You may have noticed this yourself. A few people might be mildly interested in your obsession, but most will stand at a distance and roll their eyes and mock. Your mission is to recognize the glazed look in their eyes and move on. Trying too hard to infect them with your flanged-wheel zeal could get you waterboarded. Just saying. It happened to Colin Firth, and you’re no better than he is.