“If I can’t ride it, I’m not interested,” is how a fellow rider on Amtrak’s 2015 Autumn Express explained the scope of his interest in trains yesterday. He was differentiating himself from other train enthusiasts who took particular interest in the tanker cars parked in the rail yard through which we were riding.
Us train aficionados may all like trains, but the facets of railroad that appeal to each of us widely vary. Unlike many of my fellow riders, I know virtually nothing about engines, railroad politics, or who owns which tracks, and my knowledge of rail history is extremely limited. I enjoy riding trains and like thinking about the places that can be explored through rail travel. That’s all. This preamble is important, as other riders could tell you many more details and stories from yesterday’s Autumn Express, while the following is solely what I experienced through my layman eyes.
Back in 2010, I participated in a bicycle race that began in Westfield, Massachusetts, headed north to Jacksonville, Vermont, and then finished back in Westfield. My favorite part of the event was traveling the stretch of Route 2 from Charlemont to Shelburne Falls. The Deerfield River, a wide, shallow, and rocky swath of water, parallels the road the entire stretch. On the south side of the river, I spotted train tracks. Those rails stuck in my mind, and over the years I occasionally remembered them and imagined what it would be like to ride them. When Amtrak revealed that their 2015 Autumn Express would give me the chance to do it for real, I jumped at the opportunity.
The Express’s point of origin was the Albany-Rensselaer Amtrak station in New York. The departure time was set for 8:00 AM so I arrived at 6:45 AM thinking that I would be at the front of line and have my pick of seats. Nope. Diehards were already there and had been for quite some time. Despite the excitement, everybody was calm and followed the staff’s directives to be safe and proceed slowly down the rain-slicked steps to the train once the gate opened.
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Once we were through the tunnel, we rode along the Deerfield River and I looked across the water at the road where I raced my bike and imagined my five-years-younger self glancing back at the spot I now occupied and hoping that someday I would get a chance to be here. This section of the route carried a personal meaning that was probably unique to me.
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After having experienced the high life, how could I possibly return to my seat in the sauna car? I told her I understood and would leave as soon as her husband returned, but for the time being I stayed there because I did not know where else to go. Shortly thereafter, he did return so I got up to leave. No, he said, stay. Confused and feeling guilty, I could not take this man’s seat, but he insisted. Turned out that he liked standing most of the trip anyway, as it allowed him to peer out the windows on both sides of the train as well as the rear. It was a win-win situation, and over the next four hours I thanked him numerous times for his generosity.
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What I will say though is that he was very welcoming and seemed to genuinely appreciate everybody who had come out for the ride and wanted to make sure that we were all having a good time. The train’s rear door window was a particularly popular vantage point for photographers, and this man made sure that everybody who wanted to look out that window or take a picture got a chance. He asked me where I was from, and hours later still remembered the name of my obscure Massachusetts hometown. Not only that, but this DC-based employee who works on a national level was able to have an in-depth discussion about the tracks running through my town as if he was my neighbor.
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At the train’s turnaround point in the East Deerfield yard, the crew got outside and fixed the electrical issues that caused the air conditioning problems. One employee explained the temperature woes to me. While the two engines up front were more modern, the passenger cabins themselves were built in the 1970s and use outdated technology. Once the heat comes on, it can only be shut off from the outside, he said. The air conditioning works in a similar way; once it is triggered, it cannot be shut off. Everybody thinks café cars are cold because they do not want passengers to linger, he said, but that is not actually true. The truth is that the café equipment generates heat, which turns out the air conditioner, which remains on for the entire trip.
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