Oookayyyy, finally also wives serve to something good!!! (Yes, I know, I'm politically incorrect, misogynist, male chauvinist, phallocratic etc.).
My gentle Lady sometimes is subject to bad mood attacks during which I learned, to avoid an uxoricide accusation, to take the exit and go turning around to digest the rage.
Yesterday in the morning I started to feel hot ears already when we were drinking the first coffee (Italians live for coffee) so I've taken my van key and "I've to do, see you for lunch". Logically I passed by the tankers terminal and, with the corner of the eye, I saw a loco ready to go out. Taking advantage that av. Atalaya, the road between the two terminals, was miraculously not blocked by trailers waiting to enter the port area I parked in an absolutely no parking place to wait the train transit. After more than 40 minutes I was starting to have a little of busting at middle height that worsened very much when I saw, in the distance, a freight train coming and entering in the patio central. After a further wait, passed making spicy comments about the "nice" evolution of the day, I watched the van mirror and saw something strange. Quickly down of the vehicle, I understood that my day changed from black to white: loco 415, an ALCO DL532B built in 1974 by MLW, a machine that I never imagined was still in service, quietly came towing SD40-2 1024. The two locos arrived to the patio central entrance, switched and recovered themselves inside. And I abandoned my van in the middle of the road to take the last shots.
It's incredible the profile difference between the two locos!
Finally I had been successful in killing three birds with one shot: 1) I've taken photos on the track between the two terminals, that normally is impossible, 2) I've taken photos to (and seen) an ALCO loco still in service on FCCA, a type I thought was extinct like dinosaurs and 3) I've taken photos to 1024, a loco that I ever seen when I was without the camera.
And the anger left me!!!
Sometimes wives serve to take good train images....
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