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Q: OK, here is the next rambling question....
I lived two places I can remember where in evening-time I'd listen to that 'lonesome whistle howl' and a few more where I was on 'Approach Path'...... brings back some good memories I must say. These days I'm living where the serious jetliners are bringing it in.... This erupts an ole-timey feeling in me.... good times,,, haha,,, didn't we all like boarding the 7 4 7 back in the day?, or a nice slow coach across Europe?
Anyway,, what brings the most/best memories for you,,, the Steel Rail,,,,, or hearing the good old Jet whine howl?
5 years 14 weeks ago in Transport & Travel - China
I lived next to a train track once but feel no nostalgia at all when I hear a train. That wasn't really a high point in my life.
What does make me feel at home though is the sound of waves and / or a good storm. I spent a lot of my life living within a few blocks of the sea and at night you could hear the waves. We used to get a lot of huge lightning storms off the sea and rain so heavy you sometimes couldn't hear the tv over the sound of the rain hitting the roof.
diverdude1:
yeah,,, I hear you,,,, the older I get the more I dream of takin' the simple Life and just retiring down on the Gulf. Somewhere on Mustang Island,,,,, or even this old place called Surfside,,, about 45 miles on down from Galveston.... if it's even stiil there,,, not that it ever was really 'there' to begin with. In it's hey-day it mighta had 200 livin' there... probably more like 100,,,, maybe,,,
Stiggs:
Yep, the simple life sounds good to me too.
An older guy I know, retired, was telling me the best place he has lived was in a caravan (trailer for the Nth Americans here) in a camping ground on a beach.
He said it was peaceful, the location was great, he'd go fishing every night or morning and if he felt like it he could just move the van somewhere different.
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diverdude1:
I should have never left Vegas! Those were some good times...
I lived next to a train track once but feel no nostalgia at all when I hear a train. That wasn't really a high point in my life.
What does make me feel at home though is the sound of waves and / or a good storm. I spent a lot of my life living within a few blocks of the sea and at night you could hear the waves. We used to get a lot of huge lightning storms off the sea and rain so heavy you sometimes couldn't hear the tv over the sound of the rain hitting the roof.
diverdude1:
yeah,,, I hear you,,,, the older I get the more I dream of takin' the simple Life and just retiring down on the Gulf. Somewhere on Mustang Island,,,,, or even this old place called Surfside,,, about 45 miles on down from Galveston.... if it's even stiil there,,, not that it ever was really 'there' to begin with. In it's hey-day it mighta had 200 livin' there... probably more like 100,,,, maybe,,,
Stiggs:
Yep, the simple life sounds good to me too.
An older guy I know, retired, was telling me the best place he has lived was in a caravan (trailer for the Nth Americans here) in a camping ground on a beach.
He said it was peaceful, the location was great, he'd go fishing every night or morning and if he felt like it he could just move the van somewhere different.
Seals barking for me.. maybe.
I lived on an island for 12 years, in a rented cottage 30 yards from the high tide line, and in the summer, laying in bed with the windows open, I could hear the seals barking across the bay.
But between planes and trains.. tempted to go trains.. but... but.. but.. I like trains so much, but the best man made sound has to go to motorbikes on the Isle of Man TT course.
Standing alone on a ramshackle platform over the river at the 11th milestone, flag in hand, radio to the ear, not a sound apart from the tweeting of birds and the occasional order barked over the radio.
Then you hear them coming. You tense up, reposition your yellow flag for instant deployment, push the radio tight to your ear..
They drop three gears for Ballacraine, they go through Ballaspur at 130mph, the tight right at Laurel bank is taken at a leisurely 50, then 120 yards later they are flashing past you at 140 with a violence of speed and sound that quite simply takes your breath away.
Not a sound on earth to beat that.
The Isle of Man TT. Defo for the bucket list if you have one.
diverdude1:
I envy you experiencing Isle of Man TT first-hand. I think that was the first sports competition that ever captured my imagination. Just reading accounts of it as a kid....
seals,,, I'll give a big pass to,,, something about them bugs me! but Life on a remote Scottish isle (I'm assuming) would fit right into my wish-list.
diverdude1:
wow,, I made a comment. I guess I hit 'back' and lost it. oh well, lucky u experiencing Isle of Man TT first-hand.... must have been cool....
ScotsAlan:
I was a marshal at the TT for 6 years diver. I made it up to stand in deputy sector marshal, and was full deputy sector at Great Meadow for the Southern 100. But the best moments were at a solo flag position. By God.. fecking terrifying..
Stiggs:
Yeah that would be cool alright. Even hearing a performance bike start then accerate off can be awesome I think. Same with a V8 powered car, something with a big 8 in it.
