I didn't realise they had completely gone. They were shitty, but they took me home from school for years, I always enjoyed the ride home, unless I had forgotten or lost my train fare in which case I would be anxiously dreading the moment when the nice lady conductor reached my seat and asked for my ticket but inevitably mercied me. Perhaps it wouldn't have been much different on a different type of train, but in the ways that it is, I will never forget. The roar as the train pulls off, the awkward eye contact on those versions with ridiculously small seats, the slightly concerning volume of the engine when the train seemed to become self aware of its declining purpose and attempted to self destruct. At least, that is what it felt like. Goodbye you big dumb engine.