My train was on time, and may well have been the exact same set of equipment to which I rode to Sacramento two days ago. (I would have had to keep track of the car number, which I had not done, to be sure.) I noticed that if I stood up and looked forward, through the window of the (locked) door at the head end, I could look out over the top of the locomotive and see the signals and such. That's the good part. The bad part is that the top of the locomotive is of course where the diesel fumes come out. Heading toward Sacramento, those fumes are blown behind us, but toward Oakland and San Jose, they blow straight back over the train, so the air in Car 1 included diesel fuel.
Should I happen to be on another Fremont-Sacramento trip with one of the refurbished Superliner coaches in the consist, I know where I'll head -- downstairs in that car. The bad part is having to tote luggage up and down stairs twice boarding and exiting on account of the manual doors don't open on that car. The good part is due to the out-of-the-way nature of the area, even if the train is "full," you may will have an entire compartment to yourself. The delay up and down the stairs isn't worth it on shorter trips, but is on the long ones.
I went to the cafe car as our train left Suisun-Fairfield station. The line stretched back to the next car, and moved slowly. I read a train magazine. When I finally got to the head of the line, we were at Richmond, 45 minutes later. Fortunately, I still had enough time to eat my lunch without having to bolt my food. By the time we reached Coliseum, I was finished with lunch and had packed away those things I'd got out for the trip. At Hayward, I called Cheryl to warn her that I would be back soon, and she walked down to the station to meet the train.
I did not get much sleep last night -- Lisa was restless and that kept me awake, too -- so I may go lie down soon unless something arrived in the e-mail in the last few hours that requires immediate attention.