I can't believe it. I was getting back to working on the track, stretched out on a scaffold to reach the center, and when I backed up to get off, I stopped short and put my knee down a foot short of the spot I was sure I was on. I put my knee right through the elevated roadway and crushed it right through. Now, I'm rebuilding one half of one lane on a 10+ year old MDF track for about five feet. Phooey. If my shirt had been a size smaller I could have seen where my knee was coming down, but I had to guess.
It isn't that hard to fix, but I feel so guilty for screwing up this wonderful old track. phooey again.
I tell you, when I get this thing running, its going to really be something. Cypress swamp, timber elevated roadway, shrimp boats, a beer joint in the woods with suspicious trailers out back and questionable women in the doorways... its going to really be something to see. But I have to stop breaking it up being clumsy to get it done...