As middle-class whites fall in love with light rail, some are traveling the line to discover foreign lands. Witness a couple strapping Caucasian men who emerged at the Columbia City station the other day wheeling bikes and looking around as if they were college backpackers just landed in Timbuktu. They asked directions to the Columbia City Cinema, and after getting it, responded to a question about where they were from. "Seattle," they said. As if this wasn't. Pressed for where exactly in Seattle, they explained that one lived in Capitol Hill, the other in Eastlake, and that because of light rail, they had decided to spend the afternoon exploring a neighborhood they had only heard about.