18th Avenue is a local station on the BMT Sea Beach Line of the New York City Subway, located in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn at the intersection of 18th Avenue and 64th Street. It is served by the N train at all times.
This open cut station, opened on June 22, 1915, has four tracks and two side platforms. The two center express tracks are not normally used. The Coney Island-bound track has been disconnected from the line and the Manhattan-bound track is signaled for trains in both directions. Both platforms are made of concrete and carved in the Earth's crust. The rectangular columns are painted light blue while the platform walls are painted beige.
This station has two fare control areas, one at each end of the platforms. The full-time side is at the east (railroad south) end. A single staircase from each platform goes up to a metal crossover, where a short staircase goes up to a set of doors that lead to the station house's waiting area. A turnstile bank provides access to and from the station. Outside fare control, there is a token booth and doors leading to the west side of 18th Avenue between 63rd and 64th Streets. The station house is shared with several businesses.
On the west (railroad north) end of the station, one staircase from each platform goes up to a metal crossover, where a set of doors lead to an un-staffed station house with one exit only turnstile and one High Entry/Exit Turnstile providing access to and from the station. The doors lead to the west side of 17th Avenue between 63rd and 64th Streets.
This station was renovated with cream colored tiles and a light blue and red trim line.
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