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Byline: Richard S. Chang
Recently, on one of the amazing summer afternoons we've been having in New York, I took the subway south to Brooklyn Heights to see a 1960 Corvette Fuelie.
Nearly a year ago I wrote a column about the dysfunctional relationship between cars and the fine citizens of New York City ("Welcome To My World,'' Sept. 12, 2005). I got a few e-mails. One of them came from Jan Hyde. I've been corresponding with him ever since.
Hyde keeps the Fuelie inside an old carriage house. It's a clean brick building in a row of brownstones that instantly reminded me of the movie When Harry Met Sally.
The silver Fuelie didn't look out of place inside. Jan bought it in San Francisco in 1964 and drove it across the country to go to graduate school. He insists it's not show caliber, and told me he once had another he entered in vintage races.
"Remember, this is how it originally sounded,'' Hyde said as he fired up the engine and blasted a hole in my eardrums. Getting into the Corvette, I knew right away this was my first step into a much larger world.
Slowly, I have been meeting car people in New York. They're stealth. They blend in with other New Yorkers, and by that I mean they ...
Source: HighBeam Research, New York's Super Secret Society.(Column)