I used to love to drive, just about anywhere, and I still love to “take a ride.” When I was growing up, we would escape the heat and stillness of a Sunday afternoon, by piling in the car and taking a ride down shady country roads. At least the motion of the car stirred up a breeze with all the windows down (I was 10 years old before air conditioning became ubiquitous in houses, and even older before it was standard in cars).
I don’t love fighting traffic –
semi’s on the interstate scare the p-wadden out of me. Because lots of other people also seemingly like to drive, I have transferred my love of touring to riding in a train. If there is a train going there, I will opt for that mode of transportation every time.
Riding in a train, you can look out of the windows and watch the countryside roll by.
You can get up and walk around.
You don’t have to stop for a potty-break or to get something to eat. “Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina.”
You can read a book,
take a nap,
sleep “comfortably” and still be on your way.
We travelled all over Europe by train in 1982. Since we’ve been in Dallas, we’ve taken Amtrak to Chicago
and San Antonio several times, to the West Coast (Seattle via Los Angeles),
across the Empire Builder route from Portland to Chicago,
to the East Coast (New York via Philadelphia)
and from New York back to Chicago via the Lakeside Limited.
So when it comes to “going” I will opt for a train anytime. Sometimes we just ride the Dallas Area Rapid Transit to the end of the line and back. We will ride the train from Dallas to Ft Worth for an outing. I can’t wait until we get to Tacoma and can take a train more often and to more places, with decent schedules.
One of these days, the United States is going to catch up with the rest of the world and have high-speed rail going everywhere we want to go! If only I live that long.
This post inspired by another plinky prompt.