People wave at trains. No matter where the train was, if someone was in site they waved. The exception was Reno, Nevada, as the train passed casinos and hotels through downtown. And some rafters on the Colorado River dropped thier pants and showed their best side. Drivers in their cars at train crossings usually scowled. But people outside, railside workers, horse riders, lawn sitters, bike riders, roustabouts, baseball fans at the new Colorado Rockies park, hikers, readers; all waving.

When I was a kid I used to wave at planes when they passed overhead.

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I work in a tourist-heavy area. Thousands of people come to visit the region I live in each year. Every day I travel to work by train, and every day we have to wait in a siding to let trains go by in the opposite direction, climbing the single track up into the mountains. Some days, the train travelling in the opposite direction has been chartered for one Japanese tourist group or another, who will be making their once-in-a-lifetime trip to Europe that their government has paid for. Every time, the older Japanese wave to us and every time, noone waves back. Strange thing is, we think that they're the odd ones but they're the ones who look as if they're having the most fun.
I always wave at trains. My husband calls me a train floozie. When I was a kid I loved the sound of trains. Probably because I wanted to get on one and go everywhere.
My two-year-old son waves at planes too, and says "Bye plane!" He waved at a train that was passing us on our bike the other day and got all fired up when the engineer actually waved back. Kids are so fun.
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