Greenwood Subway Yard

Greenwood Subway Yard

Greenwood Yard (also known as the Greenwood Complex) is a rail yard and support buildings that service subway vehicles on the Bloor–Danforth line of the Toronto subway system. It is located at 400 Greenwood Avenue, on the west side of Greenwood south of Danforth Avenue. The yard was built in the mid 1960s as the Bloor-Danforth line was being built to relieve the Davisville Subway Yard which was at capacity. The site was previously Harper's Dump, the city of Toronto's main landfill in the 1930s.

Greenwood Yard is connected to the Bloor-Danforth line by a multi-level wye between Donlands and Greenwood stations; the wye allows both east and westbound mainline trains access to the yard. The arrangement allows for trains to be added into or taken out of service with a minimum of disruption to ongoing operations.

Greenwood is the only active subway yard on the Bloor-Danforth line, since Vincent Subway Yard has been disused for regular train storage for many years. Besides servicing subway cars, Greenwood also services Scarborough RT cars when the work is more complex than what can be handled at the McCowan Yards on the RT line.

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