Tonight's driver was easy. He's the one who likes to speed through the empty night playing Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell album. You can tell he's loving it. And it might be my imagination, but I'm almost certain that the usually staid and respectable V-Line choo-choos thoroughly enjoy the chance to put on their metaphorical leather jackets, shake loose their heavy metal hair and play demon-train-with-captive-passengers-racing-towards-a-Hellmouth.Thursday, May 26, 2011
Bat Train
As a long time commuter, you get to know your regular train drivers from the way they approach level crossings, climb hills, take corners, and tear, or don't tear, through the countryside.
Tonight's driver was easy. He's the one who likes to speed through the empty night playing Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell album. You can tell he's loving it. And it might be my imagination, but I'm almost certain that the usually staid and respectable V-Line choo-choos thoroughly enjoy the chance to put on their metaphorical leather jackets, shake loose their heavy metal hair and play demon-train-with-captive-passengers-racing-towards-a-Hellmouth.
Tonight's driver was easy. He's the one who likes to speed through the empty night playing Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell album. You can tell he's loving it. And it might be my imagination, but I'm almost certain that the usually staid and respectable V-Line choo-choos thoroughly enjoy the chance to put on their metaphorical leather jackets, shake loose their heavy metal hair and play demon-train-with-captive-passengers-racing-towards-a-Hellmouth.
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