I just realized that all the talk about the high-speed train in California is a great excuse to make a reference to my favorite Creedence Clearwater Revival song, Lodi. Since the stupid high speed train to nowhere is only going to reach as far north as Merced, the narrator of that song is still going to be waiting for that “fast train back to where [he] lives” (he never says where that is). If he was lucky enough to have been stuck in Merced instead of Lodi, however, he could at least use the high-speed train to get to Bakersfield, where another song narrator “ran twenty red lights in His honor.” Remember that one?
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