I hear them all hours of the night and day. Those Central Pacific freight trains keep on moving nonstop through our little town.

Their passage is a little bit like the ticking of the clock, changing of seasons or the turning of pages on a calendar. They are something resembling the eternal rhythm of the continuation of time here in our world. 

Without them, at times, I think we might be left high and dry to wither away in this South Western desert drought. We could be lost and forgotten in time if it were not for those heavy duty locomotive machines rumbling by on a regular basis. 

Somehow or other the railroad crew manages to regularly maintain the hundreds and thousands of miles of tracks across desolate terrain, mountain and desert. 

There are countless lost, lonely, undiscovered and  hidden away places in this vast desert land that no one ever sees but the engineer driving his train through non stop miles of beautiful open country. 

But Central Pacific with their engineers and crew keep those trains moving their goods and cargo along the endless conveyor belt of steel and wooden ties as they continue the centuries old tradition of the ever moving train. 

Every once in a while when I’m close to the track as the train chugs by, I take off my hat and give a big wave to it’s driver as the mighty engine moves along. I always get a short little toot of greetings in response. So, you see, I communicate with trains. 

Driving that train would seem to me like the fulfilment of a childhood dream. It would be a continuation of a historical adventure and rewarding  activity which helped to open up the West and expand the American dream from coast to coast

I guess you can tell, dear reader, I love those big old trains.

I remember the old steam engine locomotives belching plumes of black smoke into the clear country air as they rolled across the land. 

That was when I was a little boy. I looked at them with wonder. They seemed like such giant, awesome contraptions. Today’s much more efficient diesel powered engines still evoke a similar feeling when I see them up close. 

Greenies, it seems to me, are on a determined mission. They want all hydrocarbon powered vehicles discontinued, outlawed and gone off to the scrap heap as soon as possible. And sadly it appears this may be coming about within the next few years. 

But what are they going to do with our trains? Can we possibly have an orderly and successfully functioning society without them?

Perhaps I should start a new drive, a popular cause or  passionate movement for all caring Americans to get involved with: “Save The Trains’’.

The history, songs and stories of the railroad tell many a great tale. They are tales of bravery and glory of courageous men battling the elements, taming the West and bringing civilization to the wilderness. Those brave souls did much to make a better life for themselves and for future generations. 

Having worked in construction in my early years, I have a fair idea of what a slow, arduous, difficult and dangerous job it must have been to cut pathways through mountain passes and lay a continuous track across hundreds of miles of extremely rough terrain. 

Those mighty machines of almost perpetual motion are still running successfully, profitly and efficiently here today as they were back about two hundred years ago. Their infrastructure (tracks) still exists and functions. The country, business and consumers need them.

They are a cherished American tradition. History buffs love them. Children are fascinated by them. And as it appears, no other industry can even think of competing with them.

So, dear reader, I say here and now, let’s do whatever we can to Save The Trains!

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