Trains, Trains, and More Trains: I Love Trains. I Love Them in a Park, I Love Them Old and Dark, I Love Them Word My Mark. By Mini Right-Click.
Have I mentioned that I love trains? Or, “tanes,” as I like to refer to them, since–if you ask me–people are way too obsessed with precise enunciation these days. Well, I do. And Daddy had heard that Griffith Park (which, incidentally, is the largest park in a big city in the world, again, according to Daddy, who knows about this stuff) is quite the destination for toddlers who love tanes. Not only are there three separate miniature tanes you can take rides on within the park, there is a whole old tane museum full of retired tane cars and engines that were collected by some old guy a long time ago, and then stockpiled right in the middle of the park, to the left of the 5 Freeway on ramp and just a stone’s throw away from where they shot those “ancient Japan” scenes in Heroes last season.
Last weekend, we went to see the storied tanes of Griffith Park Travel Town, which is the name they give to this old tane car museum. And what an adventure we had! Upon arrival, I was immediately confronted by an aisle of tanes as long as the eye could see.
Daddy pointed out to us that this whole tane museum, as it turns out, belongs to ME. YES, ME. That’s right.
I decided to let the other little kids stay, though, even if the tanes belonged to me. I am a benevolent soul, after all. And besides, I figured they could dick around in the passenger cars while I was driving. No biggie.
When we were checking out some of the old cars, we found out that some kids were having their birthday parties there that day. At MY museum.
And not only that, a couple of them had the audacity to decorate the empty tane cars with Thomas the Tank Engine paraphernalia. The nerve. Once again, I tried to be generous and focus on the positive. Like the fact that I could still climb into another engine.
But after the kids refused to let me play with their Thomas stuff, I told Daddy, “To the mechanical horses, I say!”
We rode on the moving train three or five times around the track, admiring various old trolley cars and delivery trucks that looked like they were taken out of gangster movies.
Our time was cut short by my need for a nap, but Mommy says we can go back soon, and maybe have my birthday party there in a few months. Seems reasonable, given that it is MY museum, and nobody bothered to tell me until now. All aboard!