Car vs train across the United States

Reno. No idea about Reno. The Tahoe National Forest, a place called Truckee. We stop for fuel in a place called Colfax, California, some two-and-a-bit hours from Emeryville and come across a closed level crossing. Closed, because sat in the station is a stainless-steel vision. The Zephyr, paused. Thank you, Lord.

Obviously, the train's been delayed for some reason, and we can comfortably beat it into the San Franisco suburbs. We're going to win, and I buy us all an iced coffee to celebrate. There we are, dawdling at this level crossing, pleased with ourselves and preparing for a victory roll into Emeryville, when the train pulls out. And the W12 crew point out that the train is pulling out of the station the wrong way.