Track. Good, good track

It works! It's aliiiiiiive! (Use your best Frankenstein voice.)

I am simultaneously giddy with happiness that our freakin' yard train finally freakin' works, and also highly amused about what people driving by must think when they see a grown man riding around and around in a train in his front yard.

Women I know ask why I allow this. It's because the amusement never ends.