WOOHOO! Yeah, revellers of the Blues Train, that righteous honking is me, riding with my boys Dale and Wayne at the engine, totally in charge of that whistle.
Wayne is a boilermaker by trade and engine wizard by nature. He buys and restores old steam bangers ready for the scrapyard.
There’s plenty more woohooing, yahooing, naa-na-na-na-naing and whey-hey-hey-heyta-minuting going on in the carriages as we hammer along the route between Queencliff and Drysdale.
Whipping up some combustible blues are loop pedal sorcerer Claude Hay, hollerin’ and fussin’ Lloyd Spiegel, hellzapoppin’ soul sister Andrea Marr, and the highfalutin’, sharp shootin’… um … rootin’ tootin’ Chris Wilson Band. The Mayor of Bluestown, Hugo T Armstrong, plays Jim’ll Fix It for the day, letting me drive this thundering, chundering beast down the track, if you can call sitting and taking photos of my legs driving… and I think you can.
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How did that one get in there?
Keeper? Any time!
Hey man, now you're really living 
damn you look hawt! Lucky dale & wayne;)
This warms the cockles. I have a sneaking suspicion I may grow up to be one of those old men who are seriously into trains…
I’d say that’s a dead cert, actually! With a banjo. And one toof.
I’ll change my name to Chomps McGinty and have a wife in each state.