I was a morning person.
So when JJ Carlson rang me at 6:00 A.M. that Monday, he caught me on my second cup of black coffee and the last page of the Wall Street Journal.
He had something to show me, he said. Something neat. No clues. I was just to get myself to the corner of East 80th and First. I knew it was going to be special, worth the journey. It wouldn't be JJ's vacation snapshots.
I was with him in no time. I stood and stared.
My God, it was a beautiful car.
I ran my hand along the silver paneling. The headlights glared from the foot of a massive hood that reared up into a subtly...