Long Train Runnin'
Engineer
But I’ve found that the Quiet Car has become something of a misnomer — because so many passengers who choose to ride in it do not know how to be quiet.
Shhh Finish the rest quietlyI WAS a full five years into my train routine when I had an epiphany: Maybe I actually didn’t have to continue riding in the Quiet Car. I could simply move to the sure-to-be-less-dramatic regular cars.
So I tried it, feeling like a straight-A high-school student suddenly joining the stoners’ table in the cafeteria as I slid into my blue upholstered window seat.
For a while I thought I was in the wrong car — it was so quiet! — but then, slowly, a mellow din began to rise. It was respectful, though, a low and collective hum. And, best of all, it was allowed. It was expected. It was — dare I say it — peaceful.
Sometimes the best rules are no rules at all.
I've never sat in a quiet car, but I feel I had a similar experince when I rode 2150 up to BOS it was pretty empy and quiet and I felt that by me making any noise I was subject to some kind look. I recall buying a pepsi and cringing as I poped it open since it was the loudest sound the enitre ride. Even on a full Acela car I never recall the volume being out of control.