Day 440: Speed Rocks

Post from Tim:

I hate to use such a silly expression, but there is no other way to describe the Thalys high speed train...

It hauls ass.

But what would you expect out of a train that makes the Brussels to Paris trip in a short 1:20 and whose operational speed reaches 300 kph (188 mph)?

I catch myself using the word "flight" instead of "ride", but "flight" is more fitting than a word that holds you to the ground.

The Thalys' tracks banked like a racecourse and tilted me hard around corners - sometimes with the same jerky motion of a roller coaster. I crested hills fast enough to feel the same fall in my stomach that I would get from zipping over a small rise too fast in my car. I passed highway traffic so quickly that it appeared to be standing still.

The effect reminded me of the last few minutes before landing... bank right, bank left, quick rise, quick fall, then small jerky movements followed by periods of smooth flight. All the while, your destination seems so close that the expectation of arrival never leaves the back of your mind.

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