Towards the end of steam, I was in the District Mechanical Engineer's office in Christchurch. One day a young man came in with a cab pass obtained from Head Office and wanting to go south and back on the passenger express. We saw him off and wondered how he would get on. He came in the next day, highly impressed after the sort of experience one would hope to tell one's grandchildren about. He said it was like travelling in an un-wheeled skip, loaded with scrap iron and running down a chute, with everything moving from the extreme vibration.
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