Encapsulated in its own geared-up anticipation a barely insuppressibly shudder in its belly at the ready, before long to explode in an all-engulfing cloud of hissing sulphuric vapour. A prayer in rust, grease, soot and leaking water. Reverberating and menacing sounds to which all children and true men must listen. Slow rolling starts the mighty fornicator of a thousand miles of straight and curving sheen, spewing sparks and glow, anthem to a bygone era (Eppo Harbrink Numan 2010)