Remembering the V Train ...
Eric Shapiro - NY Press - 8/26/2010
Much like the protagonist of Neil Young’s “My My, Hey Hey,” the V Train is gone, but it’s not forgotten. After being unceremoniously eliminated by the MTA earlier this year (it made its final trip back in June) in favor of a new M Train that covers a similar route, the V seemed destined to fade into the obscurity of New York’s crowded history. Lets take a bit of time to reflect.
Mourners have made an attempt to keep its memory alive. Bowery Boogie reported on a “hipster party” thrown back in June, as well as a plastic nameplate still in place at the Allen Street entrance to the F. You can watch a video of the aforementioned event here, but be warned: it contains extreme idiocy that may be unsuitable for some viewers. I’ll personally remember the V as the train where my friend got his teeth knocked out for provoking the wrong dude.
Much like the protagonist of Neil Young’s “My My, Hey Hey,” the V Train is gone, but it’s not forgotten. After being unceremoniously eliminated by the MTA earlier this year (it made its final trip back in June) in favor of a new M Train that covers a similar route, the V seemed destined to fade into the obscurity of New York’s crowded history. Lets take a bit of time to reflect.
Mourners have made an attempt to keep its memory alive. Bowery Boogie reported on a “hipster party” thrown back in June, as well as a plastic nameplate still in place at the Allen Street entrance to the F. You can watch a video of the aforementioned event here, but be warned: it contains extreme idiocy that may be unsuitable for some viewers. I’ll personally remember the V as the train where my friend got his teeth knocked out for provoking the wrong dude.