Long before I ever came to meet Newark 6 or Philadelphia’s PCCs, there was 4528.
Five years ago I wrote an essay for my website marking the twentieth anniversary of my first PCC car ride. I don’t know what’s more difficult to believe — that it has now been a quarter-century since I first stepped aboard a streamlined streetcar or that it has been five years since I sat down to marvel at the amount of time which had passed since that memorable night in Toronto. Time does fly.
It was a brisk fall evening; not too warm, not too cold. Thousands of twinkling white lights outlined the the tower of Old City Hall, that Romanesque pile seemingly dwarfed by glass and steel office towers of greater height but lesser character. Across the way, its futuristic 1960s successor loomed haughtily above Nathan Phillips Square.
Good heavens, was I laying it on thick! The night was magical, however, and its importance to my development as a traction fan cannot be overstated.