I have fond memories of US train travel in the 1960s. Later (1980s) I sent my wife and daughter on a train trip that I thought they would enjoy. I immediately saw that I’d made a mistake. We expect progress in America, but we don’t always get it.
Took the train from northern Virginia south in the early 1990s. I was the only white guy in that car. Not as bad as the greyhound bus ride where I wasn’t. On the bus, I was probably the only one not drink or on drugs and had a shower that week.