The whistle on my son's toy train was maniacal. Loud enough and shrill enough to wake the baby. When the wheels broke off, it was time to put it in a junk drawer above my son's level of access and, I hoped, out of his mind. Tho he still enjoyed it. This is one of those small deceits that I think many parents play on their children- quietly removing that one toy that threatens the household.
When the train was mistakenly unearthed a week ago, he and I discussed what to do with it. The most obvious thing to do: turn it into a rocket.
So first we junked it out. We examined and reserved the electric motor, eliminated the offending whistle, dremmeled the guts to eliminate weight, gave it a sweet krylon paint job and jammed a used Estes rocket inside, complete with A8-3 engine. My son was enthralled until the hot-glue installation of the internal supports, which I was probably over-engineering anyway.
Rocket Train will make its maiden voyage at misslefits this year. Given that we nixed the parachute feature, this may be a one-time event.
My only potential regret is that we took that whistle out.