We used to have a crossing (since torn up) on a one-way street downtown. If we were headed home from the west side of town during the summer and got caught by a train, a little prodding from my brother and I would convince our dad to put the car in park and walk over to the ice cream shop that was strategically located there, returning with cones or shakes to enjoy while we waited.I suppose its similar to little kids like big trucks. When I was a little kid in my parents car the best thing that could have happened besides mcdonalds was getting stuck at a railroad crossing
I think that's when I first developed my affection for trains......