Suppose, instead of being blasted into ground foam by some cosmic cataclysm, that time simply turned around and went the other way?
Within a few years, we’d be rid of Conrail and Amtrak. Fallen flags would rise again - the Pennsy, the NYC, the Santa Fe, the Milwaukee Road. Like magic, roofwalks would re-appear on the tops of boxcars. And then, someone would re-discover The Steam Engine, and diesels would go back to the future where they belong.
The Caboose shall rise again!
Think of the wonderful past that lies ahead of us. Instead of waiting for politicians to allocate millions of dollars to study mass transit and high-speed rail, we would see it being built, or rather un-removed, right before our eyes. A vast Interurban system would spring up, freeing us from the tyranny of the automobile, and intercity passenger service would run at a hundred miles an hour, roaring through the night behind Challengers and Hudsons, faster than the so-called “high speed rail” envisioned by the small-minded bureaucrats of Washington today.
Eventually, tranquility will return to the countryside once more, as we return to those thrilling days of yesteryear, and put the Industrial Revolution ahead of us, or is it “behind us?” Yes, in a couple of hundred years, trains will be only dreams. But, we’ll get back to the era of the Romans eventually, and we’ll be able to finally settle the question of whether or not Standard Gauge is really the tail-to-tail measurement of a couple of chariot horses in Caeser’s Legions.
The hobby has a great future, uh, past, uh, well, that’s why they call this a paradox, right?