A random guy is super excited to see a 1953 train in upstate New York. Naturally, he conveys this by insanely whooping like he just won the lottery.
I don’t want to go slinging accusations around baselessly, but I’d be willing to wager that this gentleman has absolutely reached orgasm in the presence of a train in some fashion. I wouldn’t also be shocked if there is currently a piece of a forgotten Thomas the Tank Engine lodged somewhere deep within his colon. My point: This is a feel good story in every possible way. Unless you’re the aforementioned Thomas.