The modern airliner, as all know, cleverly compresses the minor irritations of several days or weeks of travel into a few hours of astonishing misery. There is no need to speak of the automobile, superb for drive-in banking, exasperating for other uses. What else is there? Dog sledding, backpacking? Each has its merits. Hot-air ballooning? Lovely, but lacking direction. Are we forgetting something?
Ah yes, trains. Lonesome whistle blowing, clickety-clack that takes you back, gone 500 miles when the day is done. The 20th Century Limited and the Super Chief, chuffing grandly through the memories of geezers. You told me that...
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