We'd certainly rather see the rail cars through puffing and chugging, but that's never going to happen.

As they're sorting cars for each destination, the locomotive or the set of rail cars has to go back and forth ... and change the routing of rail cars to another track, ... I know it's very frustrating to see that.

When you expect things to happen - strangely enough - they do happen.

Bob told me to get off the rail, which I did, when we came out of the first turn. He settled in real nice down the backside. I had three horses up ahead battling, and while it looked like we were losing some ground around the turn, I think the best part of the track was was three or four lanes off the rail — exactly where Bob wanted to see this horse.

The little engine roared and then stopped. Adam sat back for a moment, limp but proud, before he got out.
The postmaster looked out between the bars of his golden grill. "I see you've got one of the damn things," he said.
"Have to keep up with the times," said Adam.
"I predict there'll come a time when you can't find a horse, Mr. Trask."
"Maybe so."
They'll change the face of the countryside. They get their clatter into everything," the postmaster went on.

She's always been more of a tomboy. Those fancy cars never interested her.