Car vs train across the United States

He's right. So I mash the throttle pedal and try to burn away a few dollars' worth getting to Fort Morgan before the train leaves. Working from timings direct from Marc and the train's satellite tracker, we realise we've passed the Zephyr as it sat in the Fort Morgan station. So we slow and try to find a vantage point from which to take a picture. Dan suggests a bridge over the railway line, and we decamp and wait. After a brief unsettling feeling that we've somehow got the wrong railway line, we hear a familiar horn and catch a glimmer of cyclopean Zephyr headlight.

It's coming. And as the driver sees the red Bentley perched above him, he lets rip on the train horn, blasting away our fatigue with a physical wash of noise. The Zephyr slides underneath us, still gathering speed out of the station, and I realise once again that this funny little scenic train is really moving. And we're not.