You are a model railroader if:
You constantly evaluate things around you in terms of usefulness on a layout, including wondering what you could rig up out of the restaurant silverware.
You have ever argued with anyone about point-to-point vs operations while everyone else looks on dumbfounded.
You describe the fork in the road to someone's house as the "Number 4 turnout down the way".
You get distracted while driving because you're sure you just spotted an old rail grade.
You visit a town and while everyone else is admiring the shops and historic sites, you're looking around trying to figure out which building was the old depot.
You stop at all railroad crossings anyway, just in case you're lucky enough to see a train.
Your spouse complains about waiting for a 120-car coal train to pass, while you just sit there smiling even though you're late for your destination.
You don't mind being awakened at oh-dark-thirty by a train whistle - you actually look forward to it.
You have ever used the word "protypical" in an otherwise ordinary conversation.
You have ever wondered what is wrong with all those millions of people who don't model railroads.
You know where LHS is even though you haven't been in that town before.
You don't notice your wife's new hairdo, but you do notice that new ties or rails have recently been installed on the line nearest you.
You have any railroad Christmas ornaments on your tree.
You have ever eyed the chest of a good-looking young woman and honestly told your wife that you wondered where she got the T-shirt with the Sante Fe logo it, and if it comes in your favorite logo as well.
You think it is perfectly normal to stand around at the crack of dawn, in the middle of nowhere, freezing your buns off, just to catch a glimpse of a particular loco. You definitely brought a camera, too.
You divide all your freinds into those who model and those who don't. You have trouble remembering the names of the ones who don't.
You have ever received a birthday, anniversary or Christmas card with a railroad theme or scene.
If you describe Santa and his reindeer as a perfect example of an articulated 1-8-0.
If the sight of smoke rising into the air does not cause you to call 911, but sends you dashing down to the nearest railroad crossing with high hopes.
BTW - what other magazines could possibly be suitable for the bathroom? Certainly not that stuff my wife reads! :thumb:
