When I was a little kid growing up in Golden, back in the dark ages before Highway 58 was built, we used to have to drive up 44th Avenue to get to Wheat Ridge. You’d pass Coors and off to the side of the road was this collection of old trains that just kind of sat there.
Truthfully, to a kid, they were kind of ominous-looking. They were part of a little museum and you probably got to go there once or twice with your family. But you could