Time to ride the Dinky (aka, the PJ&B, "Princeton Junction and Back) before NJT tries to put it out of it's "misery."
Rode up on Northeast Regional 172 direct from BAL to Princeton Junction. Beautiful day, and a nice ride, except for the guy a few rows behind me who talked from just before Wilmington to just before Trenton on his cell phone using his loudest voice. And he was repeating the same stuff over and over again. High anxiety about getting from Penn Station to Flushing where somebody was going to pick him up. I wasn't even in his car originally, but changed seats when I found there was no power in the outlets in my original car, and I wanted to keep my phone charged up. I guess it shows that cell phone jackasses aren't found only in First Class. I also found that I've been spoiled by riding in business class. The Amfleet 1 coaches seem remarkably cramped. Plenty of legroom, but when I flipped down the tray table, it dug into my gut until I reclined the seat a bit. OK, now some of you wiseguys will say that just means I need to eat less. Speaking of eating, the NEC cafe car offering are cut back even from what they were last September: No Bagels! No fruit cup. I had to get a Bob Evans Sausage McMuffin, imitation, which was OK. I had also bought a Boston Creme donut at Dunkin at the Baltimore station, which has reopened, but with a limited menu, and a cup of coffee, priced at about the same as in the cafe car.
Finally, arrival at Princeton Junction. A big Park & Ride seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Down the stairs (looked like there was a ramp for accessibility), through the underpass, and up to the side platform that accommodates the Dinky.
Bought my ticket from the TVM. It took me a while to figure out that even though the credit card slot looks like it's for a chip card, they want you to dip the card, i.e., insert and remove quickly, not keep it in, as you'd do for a chip card. Took me a while to figure that out. ("How many PhD's does it take to use a TVM?") I finally bought my half-price senior ticket to Princeton ($1.35), and had it in my hot little hand while waiting for the train.
Finally, the sound of a train horn, and ..... the Dinky!!!
There weren't too many people getting on. Then a NJT Northeast Corridor train from New York to Trenton stopped, and business picked up. When you look at the timetable, the connections are really designed for people traveling to and from New York.
Soon after, we were off and rocking through the New Jersey countryside at 55 mph for a couple of minutes until we slowed down and finally arrived in Princeton.
This is the new station. They apparently cut about 500 feet (0.1 mile) from the original route to build some ugly modernist Arts buildings for the university. I believe the original station building has been repurposed as a restaurant/bar. At least it looks like a train station, and the establishment is called the "Dinky."
The new station has a Wawa market with restrooms, which is convenient. I ended up using both.
More to come, including my walking tour of Princeton, and some railfanning at the Princeton Junction platform.
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Rode up on Northeast Regional 172 direct from BAL to Princeton Junction. Beautiful day, and a nice ride, except for the guy a few rows behind me who talked from just before Wilmington to just before Trenton on his cell phone using his loudest voice. And he was repeating the same stuff over and over again. High anxiety about getting from Penn Station to Flushing where somebody was going to pick him up. I wasn't even in his car originally, but changed seats when I found there was no power in the outlets in my original car, and I wanted to keep my phone charged up. I guess it shows that cell phone jackasses aren't found only in First Class. I also found that I've been spoiled by riding in business class. The Amfleet 1 coaches seem remarkably cramped. Plenty of legroom, but when I flipped down the tray table, it dug into my gut until I reclined the seat a bit. OK, now some of you wiseguys will say that just means I need to eat less. Speaking of eating, the NEC cafe car offering are cut back even from what they were last September: No Bagels! No fruit cup. I had to get a Bob Evans Sausage McMuffin, imitation, which was OK. I had also bought a Boston Creme donut at Dunkin at the Baltimore station, which has reopened, but with a limited menu, and a cup of coffee, priced at about the same as in the cafe car.
Finally, arrival at Princeton Junction. A big Park & Ride seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Down the stairs (looked like there was a ramp for accessibility), through the underpass, and up to the side platform that accommodates the Dinky.
Bought my ticket from the TVM. It took me a while to figure out that even though the credit card slot looks like it's for a chip card, they want you to dip the card, i.e., insert and remove quickly, not keep it in, as you'd do for a chip card. Took me a while to figure that out. ("How many PhD's does it take to use a TVM?") I finally bought my half-price senior ticket to Princeton ($1.35), and had it in my hot little hand while waiting for the train.
Finally, the sound of a train horn, and ..... the Dinky!!!
There weren't too many people getting on. Then a NJT Northeast Corridor train from New York to Trenton stopped, and business picked up. When you look at the timetable, the connections are really designed for people traveling to and from New York.
Soon after, we were off and rocking through the New Jersey countryside at 55 mph for a couple of minutes until we slowed down and finally arrived in Princeton.
This is the new station. They apparently cut about 500 feet (0.1 mile) from the original route to build some ugly modernist Arts buildings for the university. I believe the original station building has been repurposed as a restaurant/bar. At least it looks like a train station, and the establishment is called the "Dinky."
The new station has a Wawa market with restrooms, which is convenient. I ended up using both.
More to come, including my walking tour of Princeton, and some railfanning at the Princeton Junction platform.
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