RT:
I think it's possibly a whiff of cedar-scented smoke wafting up lazily towards one's nostrils, or perhaps the memories of those wonderful little soft red plastic smoke fluid dispensers, or even the more prototypical two-rail track mounted firmly in pliable rubber roadbed with the ties molded into the ballast.
The absolute numbers of Gilbertistas surely must lag behind the Lionelistas of the dim and distant past. Nonetheless, there are doubtless legions of once youthful American Flyer fans yet out there. They must be figuratively licking their chops over the prospects of MTH-enabled fulfillment of their garish-catalog-art-inspired dreams from yesteryear! Yes, they're here. They've patiently and quietly lived among us swashbuckling three-railers for decades. It's they who are keeping this thread alive and thriving! I find that somehow deliciously refreshing.
EnlightenedBearishOne
