Those El trains are too funny, Mig. When you live in the city, very close to one (as I did growing up), you learn to just live with it. I remember that if you were in the middle of a conversation when the train came by, you would just stop talking, wait patiently for the train to pass, and then resume your conversation when it was gone. It was just part of life. The noise never bothered me. Now, if I ever visit the old neighborhood (which is rare), I am amazed at how loud it is.