To a van full of little kids seeing red lights flashing and the crossing gate going down is a reason to get excited and practice counting. For a baby boomer in a convertible, it is a reason to make a u-turn and find a way to get on the Beltway and go home.
"Look! It's a diesel! I love diesel engines." "What are in those cars Mommy?" "One, two, three...seventy six. That's a lot of box cars." "Bye-bye train."