Remember the old saw about the only difference between a man and a boy is the size of his toys? I saw some major men today. I went to a steam engine show. This is put on every year by a local (mid-Michigan) club of antique tractor enthusiasts. Some of these monsters are 12 or 15 feet tall, weigh more than 10,000 lbs. (about 4500 kilos for you metricated folk), and generate as much as 30 or 40 horsepower.
Yep - 1 british horsepower for every 250 lbs. Not the best power-to-weight ratio I’ve ever seen. But the strangest thing is how quiet the steam-powered ones were. You could be 20 feet away from one, see flywheels a-turning and crankshafts a-cranking, and only hear a whisper from it. Until someone put a load on it, that is. Then they really kicked into Noisy Mode, and were chugging along like… well, a steam train.
These dinosaurs were huffing and puffing all over the place - pulling wagons, running a shingle mill, grading the road, running a lumber mill, pulling most anything that wasn’t nailed down. Most were oil fired, like the Rumleys and Advances. Some were coal-fired. There was a buncha those new-fangled gasoline burnin’ things, but a real man feeds his traction engine coal, or at least wood. I gotta go back every year or so, just to get a whiff of coal smoke, and see what grampa must have used on his farm.
There was a pair of paramedics wandering the grounds, apparently stationed there for the day to treat anyone who had their foot smashed flatter than a pancake by a steel wheel that was taller than Michael Jordan and heavier than a Buick. One was a guy, the other a girl, both about 25 or so. An old geezer had her up on the platform of his traction engine with him, and let her drive the beast. The guy EMT had to stand behind and out of the way. There was no way the geezer was gonna let get between him and the cute girl!
Anyone else get a kick out of seeing this sort of stuff?
Oh - and the second strangest thing of the day was seeing another guy on the platform of one of these monsters. He was dressed the part - dirty coveralls, stained t-shirt, sooty stains on his hands and face - and talking on his cell phone. Those damn phones are everywhere these days!