What they really need to build is a high speed train from LA to Las Vegas. It would more than pay for itself...especially if it had a bar car.
Back in the Dark Ages when I was in School, I rode the train, AmTrak, to Baltimore where I made the first of many stupid decisions in my professional life.
There is an interaction on a train not possible on a plane. Like all things, this has upsides and downsides. An airplane is far less interactive.
Interestingly, at that time, at some point in my visit to Baltimore, I ended up in a Black neighborhood and, (by the by, I'm a White guy) wandered into a store and every eye in the place was on me. A mother was walking with her child, his hand stretched up to hold hers, seemingly his feet hardly brushing the ground as they walked, his eyes large and staring. There was a look of wonder on his face. I don't know that he had ever seen a white person in real life. If I had been a little green man, he could not have been more curious.
The looks on the faces of the adults were also filled with curiosity, but there was also suspicion, anger and readiness. I was not welcome in any way by any person. Even in my very cloistered existence to that point in life, I knew that I was glimpsing for a brief second what Black guys ran into daily when they left their neighborhood.
I learned much on that trip. One of those things allowed me to understand what Obama was talking about when he said that no US young Black man escaped the exact experience that I suffered in Baltimore that day. The way Obama told the story, this was inescapable and ongoing and unique to Blacks.
It might have nice if he had used the opportunity to include us all in that moment instead of just, once again, demonstrating how anything bad done by a Black person is the result of the hatred of White people.
Anyway, the train ride was a City of New Orleans kind of a growing for me.