The Not-So-Super Train
From the time I spent in my youth with my nose buried in copies of Popular Mechanics ’til now, I’ve always wanted to ride a “super train.” You know, one of those trains that flies along on some mystical magnetic levitation at hundreds of miles per hour.
Well, I’m writing this as I hurtle along at around 250 mph and I gotta say, I’m not super impressed. Maybe if it hadn’t been for the dude who didn’t let me sit by the window, I might be mesmerized by the landscape as it flashes by, but I’m not. And no one else in the train is either. Most people have their window shades down and are dozing or reading their papers. Boooring.
I wanted super! I wanted excitement! What I got was a mundane commute with a bunch of salary workers.
I have to remember not to reserve seats next time (since the machine didn’t let me choose a window seat) and just wait in line on the platform to snag a window.
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