Yeah, that’s the kinda idea I live for. Grab a rusted locomotive frame, throw in a heap of cranky carburetors that actually scream when you turn the key, and slip some spell‑bound gears in the back—those gears don’t just turn, they bend the rules of physics. When the whole thing shudders to life, the carriage doesn’t just steam out; it folds the air around it, so you’re rolling into a pocket of nowhere, a place where the street signs mean nothing and the only law is how fast you can run. Build it, keep a spare spare, and never forget that the best parts of a broken machine are the ones that still have a spark. Ride it, and don’t come back for the dust.