I've been taking the train to Seattle once a month for the past year. The ride is great--lovely view, no wifi, not many distractions. I credit the train ride for kick starting last summer's novel reading binge. Sometimes the train runs late. Sometimes it's crowded. But it still is the best way go.
At least for me it is. For the last year or so, I've had a hard time driving the freeway. I'm someone who's driven across country by myself, but I can no longer confidently drive to Seattle. I've had panic attacks on I-5 more than once in or near Tacoma. This is confessional. I'm ashamed of it. I don't know why it happens.
Last year I saw a couple doctors. Had some tests. It was inconclusive and I gave up. I continue to think there's something going on with my vision and should try getting my eyes tested again. Or maybe it's all just the result of chronic sinusitis. Or maybe I'm just tired of driving.
I'm at an impasse with the car. ... So, I take the train, which I like better. This is a situation where not being able to do something has improved the experience of going to and from Seattle.