When my wife and I were dating, we'd go sit in a local park at night and listen to music and talk about stuff (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). On wet rainy nights, the South Shore electric train would come hauling past at 70+mph. They were NOT welded tracks, and that thing would clickety-clack down the tracks bouncing the pantograph on the overhead wire and throw these HUGE blue arc fireballs one after the other. It was quite impressive.
That train was so rough riding back then, the local nickname was The Vomit Comet.