Saturday, July 31, 2010

97B Yonge

I would often miss the last subway home and end up waiting for the bus they run until dawn, up and down Yonge Street, to gather the shift workers, the cleaning ladies, and the under-aged drinkers.
It was a lonely stop on a fifteen-minute schedule, one long block south of the main intersection at Eglinton, where at long last I could see the bus—my bus—pull up to the curb, empty itself of passengers, and drive away to the yards . . . another long wait, for the bus they call the Vomit Comet had once again lived up to its name.

Photo by Eyeline-Imagery.


  1. The Vomit Comet... how graphic!! (ugh...)

    Have a great week, sweet post!

  2. I remember Yonge St from my trip to Toronto last year!

    ROG, ABC Wednesday team

  3. Hello.
    "The Vomit Comet", doesn't sound like a bus I'd want to be on! Thanks for sharing.

    You Make My Eyes Beautiful

  4. Wow, talk about word pictures.
    I sure would hate to miss my ride and have to resort to the Vomit Comet.

  5. Love this shot!

    Y is for...
    Rose, ABC Wednesday Team

  6. Fabulous photo even if the VC image is a bit icky. lol

    abcw team


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