The maglev train line veered from its seeming attachment to Intercity 25 for a short time to make its pass through downtown Denver. Chase caught the train where it ran along Speer Street and the barely moving Cherry River. He boarded along with a band of young, raucous French-Canadians who made crude jokes about him and the other Denverites on the train, never even considering that he might understand their tongue. Twenty minutes later the brightly lit finger of Pikes Peak passing to the west told Chase that Colorado Springs was moments away. On disembarking, he thanked the young gang from Quebec for the entertainment. "It's not every day you get to see people so good at making fools of themselves," he said in French.