Where have all the good times gone?

Its funny how people can obsess over trains. Some of us go to all means to get a photo of a painted train. I recently saw a very intense arthouse movie that had a fleeting scene of a train going past with graffiti on it. I flipped out and lost focus on the story line.
Then I returned to my cafe conversation I had with "Conservatore-queen of the stoneage" and wondered what she would think of where a train ends up. This is what her tax dollars protected. Meantine a pile of scrap matel grows and dissapears faster then it can gather rust.
I also wonder what countries like india think where the railaways are considered as noble a profession as teaching or medicin. Would they be apposed to a nice burner on a train?