As retold by Bruce Lowitt

Beryl Tucker, one of the ten wealthiest me in Manhattan, stops at his bank and applies for a $3,000 loan, putting up as collateral his $95,000 classic Ferrari Testarossa.

The bewildered bank president approves the loan and has a vice president move the car to a secure spot in the building's underground parking lot and cover it with a tarpaulin.

Twenty-nine days later, Tucker returns, repays the loan plus the interest.

The bank president has an employee bring the car to the front door, but says, "Mr. Tucker. I can't imagine a man of your wealth needing a three thousand-dollar loan. May I ask why?"

"Oh, I didn't need the cash," Tucker says. "But where else in New York could I park my car for a month for $250?"