Having just taken a rail trip..
Here to LA to Flagstaff. Antidote to the hysterical time-obsession that drives everyone nutzo, sooner or later.
Well, it ain't no Orient Express (had a roomette, entitling moi to the *goodies), more like dis-oriented Local: pull-off on a spur for the $$freight trains! sometimes for 10-15 minutes!
But: roomette neat; no cel-fone perpetual jabbering and other distractions (even the PA can be shut down inside--on first leg).
* LA when HOT: on 2nd floor of LA Terminal sits a posh waiting room (if.. in a 'sleeper' ONLY) ... A/C, decent coffee + munchies, clean rest room for a sweat-removing sponge bath where needed. Loved It.
Modern welded rails + actually functioning suspensions! under the cars now, sure beats the clickety-clack sorta-fondly recalled from a couple SF to NY treks as a tyke. Almost silent at times.
Food not on china (except maybe some special plutocrat runs) but quality almost as-if freshly prepared; wine way-overpriced two-buck-chuck .. all ameliorated by the scenery flowing past. Breakfast was adequate, even tasty. Outrageous prices for the Coach folk entering, but comp on the roomette ticket. :^>
ie.. seems worth a gamble for futchah growth:
as more and more decide, I JUST WON'T subject my psyche to the mouth-breathers of Fatherland Security: ya wants my Consulting Talents, bunkie?
--Ya waits for my train to toddle in; I'll find the limo, but there's better be some Ch. Raymond Merlot there, at cellar temp.
Had I some spare cash, might bet a tad on rail redux too. (November '16 will determine if we Have a futchah, I wot.)
Luck! (on this not being just a pipe-dream)
Given the obtuseness of the many; the ability to rationalize spam-in-can as seeming almost like.. actual Travel, etc.)
Well, it ain't no Orient Express (had a roomette, entitling moi to the *goodies), more like dis-oriented Local: pull-off on a spur for the $$freight trains! sometimes for 10-15 minutes!
But: roomette neat; no cel-fone perpetual jabbering and other distractions (even the PA can be shut down inside--on first leg).
* LA when HOT: on 2nd floor of LA Terminal sits a posh waiting room (if.. in a 'sleeper' ONLY) ... A/C, decent coffee + munchies, clean rest room for a sweat-removing sponge bath where needed. Loved It.
Modern welded rails + actually functioning suspensions! under the cars now, sure beats the clickety-clack sorta-fondly recalled from a couple SF to NY treks as a tyke. Almost silent at times.
Food not on china (except maybe some special plutocrat runs) but quality almost as-if freshly prepared; wine way-overpriced two-buck-chuck .. all ameliorated by the scenery flowing past. Breakfast was adequate, even tasty. Outrageous prices for the Coach folk entering, but comp on the roomette ticket. :^>
ie.. seems worth a gamble for futchah growth:
as more and more decide, I JUST WON'T subject my psyche to the mouth-breathers of Fatherland Security: ya wants my Consulting Talents, bunkie?
--Ya waits for my train to toddle in; I'll find the limo, but there's better be some Ch. Raymond Merlot there, at cellar temp.
Had I some spare cash, might bet a tad on rail redux too. (November '16 will determine if we Have a futchah, I wot.)
Luck! (on this not being just a pipe-dream)
Given the obtuseness of the many; the ability to rationalize spam-in-can as seeming almost like.. actual Travel, etc.)