World's Fair (New York City Subway Car)

World's Fair (New York City Subway Car)

The World's Fair Lo-V, a New York City Subway car, was built in 1938. These 50 cars were ordered for IRT Flushing Line service to the 1939 World's Fair. They were modified variants of the standard IRT Steinway/Low-V body, with the "ogee" roof and single-ended single units. They operated on the Flushing Line until 1950 being replaced by the new R12's, R14's, and R15's subway cars, and were sent to the Pelham Line where they operated until 1956 being replaced by the new R17's. Then they were assigned to the 7th Ave. Bronx Express Line until 1962, when they were deemed surplus by the vast amount of new IRT subway cars being placed into service during this period, and were transferred to the 3rd Avenue Elevated in the Bronx, and were retired from there by the heavily modified R12's in late 1969.

Only one car, 5655, has been preserved and restored. It is currently at the Coney Island Yard

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