One time a few years ago I was driving, alone, west on I-80 across the dry western part of Nebraska. Happened to be listening to Michael Martin Murphey, singing "Cole Younger."

Right after he sang:

Out on the Nebraska prairie, the Denver train came along.
Says I to Bob, 'let's rob her, as she goes rolling on'...

I came over a rise and saw a long freight train off in the distance to one side, also heading west. Gave me a strange feeling for a moment.

I didn't rob it, though.

Peter.