Growing up, my best friend was into trains. While I was hard-pressed to color inside the lines in most cases, he would build complex models of steam engines, displaying them proudly in his room after each was completed. He was always analytically-minded, comforted by these mechanical marvels that might as well be magic in my mind. The way his brain works is incredible to me to this day, and when he graduated a semester before me with a physics degree, I found myself thinking about trains. Personally, I could never quite understand the fascination; maybe because I couldn’t visualize how everything worked together and served a specific purpose, likely because my attention was too flighty, lacking the focus necessary to accurately analyze the inner workings of these machines.
UNC Football: Trains
