With service beginning in 1933, the G Train still shows off its depression-era roots, from lazy, bad service, fewer cars, and the fact that everything about it’s creation was obviously dictated by mob kick-backs. It doesn’t just go from nowhere to nowhere – it strategically (read: arbitrarily) zig-zags back and forth to every nowhere along the way, shrewdly dodging contact with any helpful transfer station. Lorimer instead of Bedford. Hoyt-Schermerhorn in lieu of Atlantic. It never fails to fail as much as much as it can.
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