Here's a vision - imagine if you will the 463 charging up the hill from Chama with a tonnage train with Earl at the throttle rappin' the stack for all he's worth. Got the picture?
Now envision El Coke with his suspenders wrapped around the cab vent, hanging off the side of the cab, paintbrush in one hand, stencil in the other, bail on the bucket of paint clenched in his teeth, merrily painting the numbers on the side boards as the '63 rocks happily along with the paying freight!
God, I wish Carl Fallburg were alive to do it justice!