First, 512 replacement buses are now split between two divisions. That gave a new set of incompetents the chance to prove they are, in fact, Little Shits™. They did so by sticking to the letter of my no-1000-series–Orion VII policy, giving us instead 8000-series buses with the same penalty-box seating above the back wheels.
Klassy.
In what might be a good decision in cold light of day (but which took 2½ months to arrive at), the ghetto Vaughan bus now hangs a left and books it up the Bathurst–Vaughan Triangle.
Initially I thought turning left on St. Clair was a better option. Given the disaster of stop placement there, and the endless traffic, no, it wasn’t.
Only a month and a half after I demanded the graffiti get cleaned offa the south-side bike shelter, which should indeed be a shelter for passengers, voilà: It’s getting done.
Shall we talk about the disaster that is the Christie bus? (Or, as it is sometimes errantly badged, the 33 Forest Hill?) To do that, we’d have to discuss the driverette who abandoned the bus at the rear of this picture long enough that the other bus showed up and rescued us:
St. Clair Worst 