Today, I replaced some track that was not up to my liking, never had a derailment, no stalling, but had a space and a kink that I did not like. As I sat there, removing a milometer of rail to make it perfect, listening to old R&B, I realized, I am slowly turning into my dad
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I obviously don’t know your father, but is this a bad thing? 🙂
lawl, not a bad thing, but my dad is the most detailed person I ever met. The old addage of measure twice, cut once does not describe him. It is more like measure twice from the right, measure again twice from the left, then from the front….