She's always been more of a tomboy. Those fancy cars never interested her.

I was very much of a tomboy.

The little engine roared and then stopped. Adam sat back for a moment, limp but proud, before he got out.
The postmaster looked out between the bars of his golden grill. "I see you've got one of the damn things," he said.
"Have to keep up with the times," said Adam.
"I predict there'll come a time when you can't find a horse, Mr. Trask."
"Maybe so."
They'll change the face of the countryside. They get their clatter into everything," the postmaster went on.

We're just lighter into the cars that are more popular in the mainstream clubs - Corvettes and Mustangs and '57 Chevys,

We'd certainly rather see the rail cars through puffing and chugging, but that's never going to happen.

It would be one thing if the cars were flexible like a caterpillar or something, but they are not.