You’re so right, there really is nothing like the sound of a train off in the distance at night, even a diesel horn, which is all I hear anymore.
Once summer years ago I was driving up through northeastern PA and suddenly found myself running right alongside a locomotive, maybe 50 feet off to my left. I looked over and saw the engineer, I waved to him and tooted my horn, and he waved and tooted back. His horn was louder, though. The road curved away, and we both went our separate ways. I never forgot that moment.
There’s something special about a train.
Thanks for posting this nice memory.