This was the first time I rode the NEC all the way to Boston.
In December 1986 I started dating a young woman from South America. Over the holiday break, she visited family in Montreal and rode up and back on the Montrealer. I picked her up at the station when we came back, pleased that I found someone to date who liked to ride trains. Soon after, we talked about taking a weekend to Boston so she could see more of America than just Baltimore. To maximize our time in Boston, we decided to take the Night Owl, which was what Amtrak was calling the equivalent of today's 65/66/67. Not quite equivalent, as it terminated in Washington instead of Newport News. At the time, this train had a sleeper, but when I checked the fares, I though they were too high, so we bought coach tickets. Ah well, what do I know, I was a strong young man in my 30s.
The train left Baltimore about 10:30 Friday evening. We decided to go downtown earlier and have dinner out before we boarded the train. Unfortunately, for some reason I suggested the Akbar Indian Restaurant on Charles St. This is a good restaurant, not far from the station, but I'm not sure that Indian cuisine, at least the way they make it here in the US, is the best thing to chow down on right before an overnight train ride sitting up in coach. (If I ever get a chance to go ot India and ride the trains, I'll obviously have to eat Indian cuisine while I'm riding the trains.)
The train finally came in, it had a heritage sleeper, an Amfleet cafe car, some sort of heritage buffet car, and a mix of heritage and Amfleet 2 coaches. Somehow, we ended up in an Amfleet 2 coach, which was maybe a mistake, as I passed through the train to the cafe car and saw that the seats in the heritage coaches looked more comfortable and with more seat recline than the Amfleet 2 coaches. Then there were also these 2 skinheads we didn't notice at first sitting in the seats across the aisle from us. They looked like 2 really tough customers, and I was a little worried about falling asleep with potential thieves nearby. But at Aberdeen, the two guys got off, and all of a sudden it registered in my brain that these guys weren't skinhead thugs (at least probably not), they were probably soldiers returning to Aberdeen Proving Ground after a day's leave in the big city.
These were the old red fabric seats in the Amfleet 2s, and despite the generous legroom and leg rests (which I find useless), they were very uncomfortable. Between that and our dinners lying heavily on our stomachs, we found it hard to get to sleep. We rolled through New York Penn. Soon we were riding through Queens, and I was looking out the window as we rolled over the neighborhood on elevated tracks. Then we went over the Hell Gate Bridge. The night-time view of Manhattan was spectacular! Some time after that, before we got to New Haven, I finally dozed off and got some fitful sleep. I woke as we approached Westerly, Rhode Island. Slowly, it began to get light, and we made our way to the buffet car where we managed to find a nice hot strong cup of coffee. I don't remember whether we had anything to eat then or whether we ate breakfast in Boston. We drank our coffee as the train was passing Narragansett Bay. When we got to Boston, I recall that South Station had low-level platforms at the time, but I don't remember much else about it. The next time I went to Boston was in 1998, and it was a different place.
We arrived in Boston more or less on time and took a taxi to our hotel, the Lenox in Back Bay. Back in those days, it was a perfectly nice, bu modestly priced hotel. When I went there in 1998 for a government conference, it seems to have been gentrified, although they did find a very luxurious closet for me at the government rate. Now, it's totally out of my price range, and when I go to Boston, I don't stay there. We did all the tourist stuff -- walked the Freedom Trail all the way to the USS Constitution, shopped on Newberry St. a bit and visited the Computer Museum in the Seaport area. We had a nice New England lobster dinner, that's something you can't get in South America!
On Sunday morning, we got a nice brunch somewhere on Newberry street, and walked around downtown until our train left in the early afternoon. This included a visit to the original Filene's Basement, which is now nothing more than online shopping.
Our ride home was in Amfleet 1 equipment. It stayed light long enough for us to enjoy most of the coastal scenery in Connecticut and the engine change in New Haven, where we switched from a diesel to electric locomotives (I think they were using AEM-7s by this point). We finally got home on schedule, retrieved our car from the lot on Lanvale St. (The garage at Penn Station hadn't been built yet) and went home. A nice weekend.
In December 1986 I started dating a young woman from South America. Over the holiday break, she visited family in Montreal and rode up and back on the Montrealer. I picked her up at the station when we came back, pleased that I found someone to date who liked to ride trains. Soon after, we talked about taking a weekend to Boston so she could see more of America than just Baltimore. To maximize our time in Boston, we decided to take the Night Owl, which was what Amtrak was calling the equivalent of today's 65/66/67. Not quite equivalent, as it terminated in Washington instead of Newport News. At the time, this train had a sleeper, but when I checked the fares, I though they were too high, so we bought coach tickets. Ah well, what do I know, I was a strong young man in my 30s.
The train left Baltimore about 10:30 Friday evening. We decided to go downtown earlier and have dinner out before we boarded the train. Unfortunately, for some reason I suggested the Akbar Indian Restaurant on Charles St. This is a good restaurant, not far from the station, but I'm not sure that Indian cuisine, at least the way they make it here in the US, is the best thing to chow down on right before an overnight train ride sitting up in coach. (If I ever get a chance to go ot India and ride the trains, I'll obviously have to eat Indian cuisine while I'm riding the trains.)
The train finally came in, it had a heritage sleeper, an Amfleet cafe car, some sort of heritage buffet car, and a mix of heritage and Amfleet 2 coaches. Somehow, we ended up in an Amfleet 2 coach, which was maybe a mistake, as I passed through the train to the cafe car and saw that the seats in the heritage coaches looked more comfortable and with more seat recline than the Amfleet 2 coaches. Then there were also these 2 skinheads we didn't notice at first sitting in the seats across the aisle from us. They looked like 2 really tough customers, and I was a little worried about falling asleep with potential thieves nearby. But at Aberdeen, the two guys got off, and all of a sudden it registered in my brain that these guys weren't skinhead thugs (at least probably not), they were probably soldiers returning to Aberdeen Proving Ground after a day's leave in the big city.
These were the old red fabric seats in the Amfleet 2s, and despite the generous legroom and leg rests (which I find useless), they were very uncomfortable. Between that and our dinners lying heavily on our stomachs, we found it hard to get to sleep. We rolled through New York Penn. Soon we were riding through Queens, and I was looking out the window as we rolled over the neighborhood on elevated tracks. Then we went over the Hell Gate Bridge. The night-time view of Manhattan was spectacular! Some time after that, before we got to New Haven, I finally dozed off and got some fitful sleep. I woke as we approached Westerly, Rhode Island. Slowly, it began to get light, and we made our way to the buffet car where we managed to find a nice hot strong cup of coffee. I don't remember whether we had anything to eat then or whether we ate breakfast in Boston. We drank our coffee as the train was passing Narragansett Bay. When we got to Boston, I recall that South Station had low-level platforms at the time, but I don't remember much else about it. The next time I went to Boston was in 1998, and it was a different place.
We arrived in Boston more or less on time and took a taxi to our hotel, the Lenox in Back Bay. Back in those days, it was a perfectly nice, bu modestly priced hotel. When I went there in 1998 for a government conference, it seems to have been gentrified, although they did find a very luxurious closet for me at the government rate. Now, it's totally out of my price range, and when I go to Boston, I don't stay there. We did all the tourist stuff -- walked the Freedom Trail all the way to the USS Constitution, shopped on Newberry St. a bit and visited the Computer Museum in the Seaport area. We had a nice New England lobster dinner, that's something you can't get in South America!
On Sunday morning, we got a nice brunch somewhere on Newberry street, and walked around downtown until our train left in the early afternoon. This included a visit to the original Filene's Basement, which is now nothing more than online shopping.
Our ride home was in Amfleet 1 equipment. It stayed light long enough for us to enjoy most of the coastal scenery in Connecticut and the engine change in New Haven, where we switched from a diesel to electric locomotives (I think they were using AEM-7s by this point). We finally got home on schedule, retrieved our car from the lot on Lanvale St. (The garage at Penn Station hadn't been built yet) and went home. A nice weekend.