The No. 1 train, stopping at 242d Street, is a short walk away.

I have lived in the Bronx for three years, after so many other places, near the No. 1 train.

On the same day, there were 14 No. 3 trains in those two hours; the timetable called for 13.

A businessman pushed a woman off a crowded No. 1 train during the morning rush hour.

She didn't know why he was looking for his mother on the No. 1 train at 242d Street.

Eventually the No. 1820 train, carrying more than 800 passengers, started off after being stranded for 12 hours.

The elevated No. 6 train rumbles just beyond his window.

One evening, an uptown No. 4 train was boarded by a family clearly from out of town.

An uptown No. 4 train sat waiting on the platform.

Grit your teeth all you want on that packed No. 6 train.