Yup - I wanted to take the train.
When I was in college I took the train on a trip from Illinois to Utah over spring break. I remember it fondly, rolling to the clackity-clack of the rails. I wore my American flag-colored drug rug, wrote poetry, and watched the wildlife as we rode to and then through the mountains. I had fascinating conversations with the people I was seated with in the dining car. I slept in coach without a care in the world.
I am no longer twenty years old.