Ron and I were on our way somewhere when we came across what looked like an old-fashioned tram. I was excited to see such a historic beauty and went to look closer. The operator was pleased in my interest and called me closer.
His hand motions led me to believe he was inviting me to climb in, though it was apparent once on the side that this was not an old-fashioned tram, but a track cleaner. In the front was a huge brush, which the gentleman demonstrated.