If I am ever in India, one of my goals is to ride such a train. But just once. After that, it's mounted elephant or some other alternative.
Milo Yiannopoulos hits a homer The Napa Valley Wine Train is an invention of snobbish San Francisco residents, mostly startup industry employees and assorted other nouveau riche. It allows them to get drunk in California’s wine country but spare themselves the expense of an Uber all the way home, while pretending that the odious yellow piss they’re guzzling is actually, you know, totally superior in quality to anything the French are producing these days. In other words, it’s hardly newsworthy, just another hellish invention of California’s horrendous white middle class. I say white because the Napa Wine Train is probably the lightest-skinned public transport route anywhere in the continental United States, made all the worse by how many passengers are drawn from the tech elite which professes achingly progressive politics in public but recoils in horror when presented with anyone poor or black in real life. Basically this train is Vermont, but with iPhones. As if to prove my point, this week some black women from a book club had the temerity to crash this genteel lily-white liberal locomotive and – shock, horror – have a few drinks and a laugh. They were thrown off the train. Now, normally I wouldn’t be one to automatically impugn the motives of the train staff, but I was struck by the level of humilation these women were forced to endure and how it compares to the friendly, multiethnic harmony I’ve always experienced in the supposedly racist southern states. Funny stuff.
"Now, normally I wouldn’t be one to automatically impugn the motives of the train staff, but I was struck by the level of humilation these women were forced to endure and how it compares to the friendly, multiethnic harmony I’ve always experienced in the supposedly racist southern states." - enlightened, progressive California = FAIL the big old meanie The South = WIN Tell me something I don't know.