By William Edgar | Photographs Edgar Motorsport Archive
Carroll Shelby, as he himself would say, has gone horizontal. He died at age 89 on Thursday, May 10, 2012, at Baylor University Medical Center in Dallas, Texas, after pneumonia earlier this year left him weak and vulnerable to what eventually comes to us all. He knew I was writing this story and I was looking forward to telling him it was published here in Sports Car Digest. The article had been scheduled for posting on May 16, but my dearly loved friend for more than half a century did not live that long. With a salute to the memory of Old Shel, I dedicate this narrative and the images that illustrate it to Carroll’s wife, Cleo Shelby. – W.E.
Carroll Shelby was the rising legend I’d not yet met in February 1956, when I was a young guy and in Palm Springs, California. That was six years before he would make his first Cobra, and another half century until today when the Cobra’s golden jubilee is being celebrated with the newest Shelby creation, a supercharged 5.4-liter V8-powered Mustang called the “Shelby 1000” because, well, it has 1000 horses. So much has changed since those pre-Cobra Shelby years of the 1950s, and that’s where this piece is going—back to when he was wearing bib overalls and driving the livin’ hell out of foreign race cars.
The occasion in ’56 at that southern California desert resort was the weekend’s sports car races on the municipal airport’s old concrete runways and asphalt service roads at the base of snow-capped mountains. On Friday night, February 23rd, out on the south end of town, the cocktail lounge at the Palm Spring Biltmore buzzed with chatter about two new Ferraris that would face-off in the meet. One was a 4-cylinder 857S Monza that my father, John Edgar, had only a week before received by air from the Ferrari factory in Italy. The 3.5-liter tail-finned Scaglietti-body Spyder would be driven by “Big Jack” McAfee, who’d won the main here in 1953 driving an earlier Edgar team Ferrari, our ex-works 340 America. This US-race-debuting 857S was light, powerful and made wicked torque as early as 2,500 rpm, ideal for Palm Springs road race corners. Word was it could damn well beat the other, bigger, V12 Ferrari—Tony Parravano’s 4.9-liter 410 Speciale.
Smart bar bets said the Edgar Monza would finish ahead of the Parravano 410, even though the V12 car would be driven by Carroll Shelby. But we’d all seen this Texan win his first West Coast race the previous July at Torrey Pines in Allen Guiberson’s 4.5 Ferrari 375 MM. We also knew of Shelby’s brilliant race on a works 250F Maserati in Sicily, and earlier impressive Ferrari drives at Omaha and Sebring, and in “Scuderia Parravano” Maranello-built cars at Seattle, Oulton Park and in the Targa Florio. Except Parravano-owned machinery was sometimes light on race prep, and Tony himself had a habit of last-minute fiddling with them. It all stoked the fires of drama. From the Biltmore at one end of the Springs to the Doll House at the other, packed watering holes rang stridently with opinions.
Years later, Carroll would tell me that Parravano’s 410 was one of the best. “Tony and I’d gone to Ed Winfield and had the cams ground,” he said in a way that you knew made him feel good. In those days before he did his Cobras, Shelby was already looking for how to make a car better and go faster. The seeds were there and soil was fertile. As I see it now, it was almost inevitable that John Edgar and Carroll Shelby would, for a few short years in the 1950s, become a winning duo in sports car racing in America.
Back to 1956 and that Palm Springs February race day morning when I was 22 years old. I saw Shelby there in the paddock, tall, handsome, slack in how he stood and walked. He looked like a fighter ace fresh out of war. I could have gone over, introduced myself, but he was in another camp. Strictly speaking, he was the enemy. Our own Big Jack was going to show him the way—wasn’t he? My father watched both men, both set to drive rival Ferraris belonging to rival owners. Would it be Jack or Carroll, 857 or 410, Edgar or Parravano?
It was Shelby all the way, with McAfee second at the race finish, and that settled it. My father needed more Ferrari muscle than the 857S, or even the quicker 860 that he thought he was going to have from the factory in its place. What he wanted was a 410, not like Parravano’s 12-plug car, but the 24-plug 410 Sport that had been built expressly for Juan Manuel Fangio to drive in the 1955 Carrera Panamericana—a race that was cancelled. When the Fangio car’s transaxle broke in Argentina in January ’56, it was factory repaired and later in the year customer-sold to John Edgar Enterprises, to be raced by his new driver, Carroll Shelby.
But there were also Edgar-entered Ferraris that Shelby would pilot before the 410 Sport. In the eastern US, where McAfee drove our stable’s Porsche 550s in the spring and summer of ‘56, my father rented Ferraris from Luigi Chinetti for Shelby to drive, with three hillclimb wins in one of the “Indianapolis” 375 GP cars and a 500 TR victory at Brynfan Tydden. Shelby also won two races in New York with the 857S that was now being trucked around in the new Edgar 10-wheel super-transporter driven by Joe Landaker, a former Parravano mechanic who’d helped persuade Shelby to come over with him to the Edgar team. What developed almost overnight was a synergy between John Edgar and the winning Texan that could have been the book for a Broadway hit, I kid you not. The parties, the posh suite at the Plaza Hotel, the interplay with Chinetti and getting the 410 Sport flown to San Francisco where it would be met by Landaker and trucked to Seattle just in time to enter for Shelby in the Seafair race—it was all madcap stuff for a rollicking stage musical.
“The sports car racing we did, me driving, him paying bills,” Shelby said of my father not too long ago, “were some of the best times in my life. His, too. It wasn’t just John’s Ferraris and Maseratis, the finest money could buy, but also the way it all happened race after race. No team now would survive doing it the way we did. The parties alone would ruin any chance of winning today.”
Shelby in those times was easy-going, not at all the serious shaker-and-mover he got to be in his Cobra and Ford GT years yet to come. He partied along with my parents, and every race was an occasion to let loose and still not hinder his seemingly innate talent to win.
On August 10, 1956, when our 410 Sport arrived at San Francisco airport straight from Italy, Landaker and the Edgar team’s big red-and-silver rig were there to whisk the Ferrari to Bremerton, Washington and Shelby’s first West Coast drive for my father. The customized semi, with its hopped-up V8 GMC tractor, could top 100 mph, and Landaker was notoriously hard on the throttle. Also on board for Masten Gregory was the Edgar 857. At Bremerton’s Kitsap County Airport, considered the best airfield circuit in America, McAfee would drive our Porsche 550 to win the Under-1500cc race. In the main, Gregory’s 857 gearbox blew, but Shelby, in his first feature race drive of John Edgar’s 410 Sport, led from start-to-finish to win the Seafair Trophy on August 12th. The man and machine looked like a racing match flawlessly made. Indeed, it was the beginning of many wins for Shelby in our dual-ignition “four-nine.”
“That was the most solid Ferrari engine I ever drove,” Shelby has told me. “It was low-revving and had a lot of torque because it had a good stroke. The only thing was,” he said about the 410’s one drawback, “it had the accelerator in the center, and I was never comfortable in the car. Fangio wanted it there, and it would have been a hell of a job to move.” Landaker wanted to change it, but the brake and clutch pedals would have to be re-positioned, too. “We just didn’t want to f@#k with it,” I recall my father saying.
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After Seafair came Shelby’s two victories in our 857 at Montgomery, New York, then a win in Jim Kimberly’s OSCA MT4 at Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin, before he was back in the Edgar 410’s seat to contest the SCCA National Road Races at Palm Springs the first week in November, a huge event in West Coast sports car racing. The town was jumpin’. There were parties every night, bongos beating into the dawn of each day. Thing was, they could have been war drums. Phil Hill was in town, just back from his Ferrari factory drives in Europe and armed with George Tilp’s 857 to take on Shelby and the Palm Springs field. Exactly as it was in February, so it was again here in November, with an 857 versus 410 duel to be fought—this time by America’s best, Phil Hill and Carroll Shelby.
As I wrote a few years ago of our 410 at Palm Spring in November 1956: “The 29-year old Hill had matured during his season abroad, netting himself two victories for Scuderia Ferrari. That night, pushing 34, Shelby ate steak—‘cooked through’ as he always had it—and turned in early. The rest of us non-drivers, and even some who’d compete in Sunday’s races, were off to party until the sun rose a fiery spike.”
There are those who say that Palm Springs battle between Shelby and Hill was the best ever seen in sports car racing in the U.S. during the ‘50s. I believe it might have been. It was certainly one of the most exciting to watch. Heading the pack for the entire 30 laps they diced side-by-side and nose-to-tail—Shelby’s 410 quicker on the straights, Hill’s 3.5-liter Monza catching up in the turns, even passing his 4.9-litered antagonist three times. With autumn afternoon light fading, they were still at it right to the flag, Carroll winning a half-second ahead of Phil.
I knew Shelby pretty well by then and was starting to think of him as a member of our family—ten years older than me, kind of like an uncle, or brother, I’m not sure which. He was around all the time. For my parents, Shel, as we were calling him, was the perfect fit—winning races on track for us and fun to be with off track, always. He would later tell me, “When we weren’t racing, we were laughing, either packed into a rental Buick for practice runs up Mount Washington’s hillclimb or living high at the Plaza Hotel and New York’s night clubs. I loved to drive for John because there was always something going on, something that would make a lifelong impression.”
A month after the November ’56 win at Palm Springs, the Edgar team was back at it in the Bahamas at Nassau’s Windsor Field, with Shelby again in the 410 Sport. He won the preliminary there on December 7th and, same day, began the delayed-start 70-mile Governor’s Cup that was soon cloaked in darkness on a road race course marked with black oil drums. In a word, the whole thing was insane. Be that as it may, Shelby drove the 410 hard as ever, winning in the dense sub-tropical night with a literally “blindingly” fast 99-mph average. I was not there for Speed Week, but my fun-loving parents later recounted that Bahamian midnight when Dirty Dick’s bar “turned like a ship in a tempest” with post-race revelers and drivers alike.
The December 9th Nassau Trophy was the Speed Week’s feature race, 210 miles, and Shelby wanted it to be his third win in the span of three days. Three times as long as the Governors’ Cup he’d already won, he knew the coral composite racing surface this time would be murder on tires. On went a fresh set of Englebert rubber that Chinetti had sent to Miami. Trouble was, they were cotton cord tires, wrong to begin with and vulnerable to what they were required to endure. Shelby pitted from an early lead, his tires shot. Stirling Moss won the race in a 300S Maserati inline-6. About that poignant dénouement I wrote: “Landaker threw a tarp over [the 410], and Speed Week ended appropriately with champagne and decorum served up at Lady Oakes’ Hillcrest House on that long ago Sunday eve in the British West Indies.”
Shelby came away from Nassau with two wins and a broken shoulder he got playing touch football with a coconut at the beginning of Speed Week. And, nothing to sneeze at, he landed on the cover of Sports Illustrated as “Driver of the Year.” John Edgar, on the other hand, had his mind focused on how the road racing would go in the coming season. Impressed with Stirling’s Maserati win at Windsor Field, my father’s thoughts were turning toward what the Orsi family and Officine Alfieri Maserati in Modena might mean to him, as well as to his top driver and new best friend, Carroll Shelby.
Near the end of January ‘57 we all rode in my mother’s powder blue Mark II Lincoln Continental from my parents’ house above Hollywood’s Sunset Strip out to the Los Angeles County Fairgrounds in Pomona. It was pouring rain and Shelby was pissed. He didn’t like the layout, and while leading the Consolation race in the 410, as he recalled, “I stood on it and hit a puddle, and I lost it.” The Ferrari went backward off track into a fence. “It was stupid,” Shelby said, “to race a big car like that on that little ‘ol’ chicken-shit course.” He climbed into the Continental with us and we opened a thermos of margaritas.
Havana was the next really big race, but before that came New Smyrna Beach in Florida, just south of Daytona. Landaker hauled the 410 there for Shelby, along with the Edgar team’s aging 375 Plus for former Scuderia Marzotto pilot Piero Carini to drive in Cuba, where Shelby would again be in the 410. The Edgar team’s Porsche driver Ruth Levy was at New Smyrna and Shelby invited her to try the 375 Plus. She did, and turned it upside-down in the sand. Carroll fared a lot better in the 410, winning both the preliminary and main, while keeping the car unscathed and ready for Havana. He called our 410 “the best Ferrari I ever drove.”
An international grid for this inaugural Gran Premio de Cuba in late February 1957 featured some of the world’s most noted drivers—Moss, Castelloti, Gendebien, Alfonso de Portago and Phil Hill, to name a few. Juan Manuel Fangio was there in a factory 300S Maserati, while Shelby grinned from the Edgar Ferrari 410, paradoxically, as you’ll recall, originally built for Fangio. It was frightening to consider what might take place on the Malecón shoreline boulevard and other Havana streets lined with tens of thousands of spectators. In the race, Carini was a DNF. Shelby led for a lap early on in our 410 to ultimately finish second. It was the king, Fangio, in the works 3.0-liter Maser who won the GP and gold trophy presented by Cuba’s president-dictator, Fulgencia Batista.
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Now even more impressed by the ease with which a smaller 6-cylinder Maserati could embarrass a 2-liter-more-advantaged V12 Ferrari, my father made a deal with Maserati for one of the factory’s newest and most potent creations—the 450S, mega-muscle-powered by a 4.5-liter 400-hp V8. In those days, that was horsepower tonnage.
The packed steamer out of Havana took the Edgar cars back to Miami, and Landaker sped them west to Los Angeles to prepare for the next Palm Springs event in April. But before that there would be Sebring and a dramatic display of two factory-entered Maseratis. Fangio, paired with Jean Behra, won the 1957 12 Hours in a new 450S, while Moss and Harry Schell made it a Maserati 1-2 finish with their second-place 300S. My father felt certain he would have the winning 450S for Shelby to drive at the Springs. But the Maserati factory, with its Fangio-Behra win in Florida, revised the plan. Sebring’s second-place 300S instead would go to the Edgar team, as a loaner, while the victorious 450S would be kept on, for at least a while, with the prospect of winning more races as a works car.
Stepping back to March 17th, a week before Sebring and after hauling the Ferrari 410 to a minor airport course race in Stockton, California, the rapidly-getting-worn Edgar 4.9 DNF’d. It was not the best of times, nor the worst of times. It was more like—limbo times.
Still wearing the Sebring race number 20 of Moss-Schell, Shelby practiced the Edgar-entry 300S at Palm Springs on Friday, April 6, 1957. It howled and, although far from being a 450S, the smaller car looked to be possibly good enough until Maserati delivered a big V8. In Saturday’s 5-lap Preliminary, Shelby, driving the 3.0-liter Maser, was first at the checkered to beat the 4.4-liter Ferrari 121 LM driven by his ongoing challenger, Phil Hill. So, fine and dandy. There was still hope that Shelby, even down 1400cc from Hill’s not-so-new 121, could, as Shelby’s hopes echoed, “Whip Enzo’s cars hands down.” The desert spa’s bongos beat once again, and parties that night seemed a carry-over of last November’s jolliness.
The center of attention at Palm Springs was on Sunday’s main event. Would it be Hill then Shelby, or Shelby then Hill? The Edgar 300S just didn’t have it, and Hill blitzed the stripe 49 seconds ahead of runner-up Shelby. My father was furious, not at his driver, but at Maserati for not sending the 450S when it should have. To make matters worse, we were looking at Hawaii International Speed Week as the next race, only a week off, and still no 450S. John Edgar would send the 300S to the Islands, and would also ship the 410 there. His contract with Maserati was to not race the Ferrari—but did that necessarily mean Phil Hill could not pilot the 410 in place of Shelby, especially if Shelby drove the 300S there on Oahu? The cars were loaded aboard the S.S. Lurline to sail southwest for the United States Territory of Hawaii, still three years shy of statehood.
The Hawaiian Islands in April 1957 were the way they were long before “The Descendants” movie indicted them to be today—lovely hula hands, versus land development and traffic. My parents took one of the ceiling-fan garden suites at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel on Waikiki Beach. Shelby and Hill were there, too, as were heiress Barbara Hutton and her son, Lance Reventlow, who’d not yet built the Scarab but would drive one of the Edgar Porsches. If all that wasn’t truly “racing-in-paradise” for the Edgar entourage it was as close as it might ever get.
The sports car competition at Mokuleia, Oahu was run at the old Dillingham Field air base on the island’s north coast about 40 miles from Honolulu. It was there that the Edgar 410 became an item of debate. Contractually, in papers drawn between my father and Oficine Alfieri Maserati, Shelby was, to reiterate, permitted to only drive a Maserati—in this case, and in lieu of the undelivered 450S, that meant the factory-loaned 300S. But Phil Hill, it was reasoned in the Edgar encampment, could drive our 410 Ferrari, and so he did for the solo speed trap trials on Dillingham’s longest runway, the 3,800-ft Mauka Straight. Hill’s pass in the 410 was certified at 165.12 mph and proclaimed the fastest clocked car of the speed contest.
Two days later, on April 21st, Easter Sunday, Hill and the Edgar 410 were ready to go ahead and join the start grid for the 1-hour “Gold Cup Challenge” feature race. It was widely expected that he would be in it. Olympic swimming champion Duke Kahanamoku was there among other prominent islanders waiting to see Hill and the big red Ferrari from the Mainland in action. But in its re-reading, the Maserati contract insisted that John Edgar under no circumstances was permitted to enter a Ferrari in a sports car road race. To breach the agreement would surely end Maserati’s promise of a 450S.
Hill and the best-bet 410 were left on the sidelines, while, slow in the corners, Shelby drove the 300S Maser to third place behind winner Pete Woods in a Jaguar D-Type and runner-up Chuck Daigh’s Troutman-Barnes Special. Once again almost certain victory was denied Shelby because Maserati still hadn’t delivered its pledged V8.
As footnote to the disappointing episode for Hill on Oahu, a month later and still no 450S, my father, having more or less said to hell with the Maser contract, let Phil drive our 410 at Santa Barbara on a weekend when Shelby was in the east winning at Cumberland, Maryland with a rented 300S Edgar entry. Hill’s same-day tight-course Santa Barbara race in the long-wheelbase 410, after an early lead, allowed him a class win but only third-place finish overall.
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A week on, Shelby was back in California at Cotati’s flat farmland airport course near Santa Rosa, re-united with the Edgar 300S. When the car’s clutch broke at the standing start, he had to drive the 30-lap race crash shifting gears—and won! A week later he was in Eagle Mountain, Texas, again with the 300S, where he DNF’d. At Lime Rock, Connecticut, another week into June, he won in the rental 300S once more, then two weeks later was at Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin with a DNS for the Maser that was followed by a DNF at Maryland’s Marlboro Motor Raceway in mid-July. Then came Lime Rock, again, this time a non-National regional race. The date was July 28, 1957, an exasperating delay of 127 days after Fangio and Behra won the 12 Hours of Sebring in a 450S that we thought would then be our car.
The July 28th Lime Rock date was significant because it was also the first time Shelby raced the long-awaited Edgar 450S Maserati—not the Sebring winning 450S, but a newer one that had been driven by Stirling Moss and Denis Jenkinson in that year’s Mille Miglia and again my Moss and Fangio at the ’57 Nürburgring 1000-km, resulting in DNF on both outings. That 450S was then repaired and re-numbered at the factory, and shipped to the States.
Shelby recalled how it all came about. “Maserati screwed us around,” he told me a year or so ago, repeating the story, “and said we were going to get one, and then we didn’t.” Finally, as the summer of ’57 wore on, he told my father, “Let’s just buy it!” Amazing how fast hard cash turns delayed promise into quick delivery. Twenty grand did just that. Shelby’s first drive in the new Edgar-owned 450S Maser at Lime Rock Park was a resounding physical and psychological victory and virtual warm-up for Virginia International Raceway’s inaugural a week later in Danville. By far the fastest car at VIR, Shelby in our 4.5 Maserati shut out Briggs Cunningham’s D-Type Jaguars and the rest of a Ferrari-dotted field in both VIR’s 23-mile Preliminary and 65-mile Main.
Virginia Raceway double-done and won, Joe Landaker was ready to haul the 450S back to Los Angeles as fast as the transporter would go in order to prepare the car for the up-coming Road America “500” at Elkhart Lake on September 8th, and then back to California’s new Riverside International Raceway opening two weeks after the Wisconsin 500-miler. But wait! First there was another race in the east, at Montgomery, New York, where Shelby and the 450S could squeeze in an important showing for car and driver points on August 18th. He grabbed pole there in timed practice, but the main event’s standing start trashed the big Maser’s gearbox and it went nowhere. Landaker suddenly had even more to do to put the 450S in shape for Elkhart and Riverside.
“He lived for horsepower and the road,” Shelby has told me of Landaker, “and he was my best sports car mechanic in the 1950s. Joe could drive that transporter coast-to-coast in two days, living on cheese snacks and soda pop, and never once stopping to sleep.” Landaker, too, had a special way with a race car’s body damage. Not how expensive coachwork on these same sports cars is refurbished today, Joe back then did the job right in the race paddock with mallet and tin snips. Plus he was a whiz with engine and drive train work and applied early-learned truck mechanics for making innovative fixes from scratch. “All-nighters with wrenches and hammers,” said Shelby, “were just regular hours for Joe.”
Repairs and prep done, and back on the road, the whole shebang was at Elkhart Lake and ready for the 500-mile race on September 8th. For the third time, the featured face-off was Shelby and Hill again. Hill arrived straight from Europe with runner-up factory Ferrari finishes at Reims and Kristianstad; his weapon at Elkhart being the ex-works 315S Ferrari in which Piero Taruffi won 1957’s Mille Miglia. Race strategy here caused Shelby some pause. Landaker could unload either the 450S or its back-up sibling 300S. Two Maseratis, which one to pick? Shelby had up-coming races planned for the 450S at Riverside, Palm Springs, Laguna Seca and again at Riverside, and he figured 500 miles on the 450S engine at Elkhart might put at risk the big Maser’s reliability for those close-succession contests yet on his dance card. So—he would do “The 500” in our 300S. Even though Shelby drove the distance with no driver change, Hill, also going solo, won the race in his Ferrari. Shelby’s only consolation was the 450S had remained fresh for Riverside’s inaugural.
Riverside International Motor Raceway, as it was first called, opened September 21, 1957, barely ready for action after my father paid dearly for its construction when initial funding dried up in the track build’s earliest stages. It was a blistering hot race weekend, and Shelby fired up the 450S for practice on the brand new 3.275-mile road circuit. Not through his first lap, he lost traction in a sandy corner and stuffed the big Maser front end first into an embankment. Shelby’s face required 70 stitches and the Maserati’s nose needed much more than Landaker’s mallet. The 450S and Shelby were categorically DNS for the race, but the kicker was Richie Ginther won the opener’s main in none other than the Edgar 410S Ferrari, and Bill Pollack took third in our 300S. If anyone wondered, my father by then was totally ignoring any indenture to Maserati, and freely ran his Ferraris seated with drivers of his choice. After all, the 450S was no contractual freebie as originally anticipated, but rather fully paid for and owned outright by John Edgar.
While the 450S underwent extensive repairs, Shelby healed. Car and driver were ready to race again for the Edgar team at Palm Springs the first weekend in November, with Shelby in the 450S winning both the prelim and main with little effort, while Ginther, again in our 410, finished sixth. From there it was on to Laguna Seca the following week where Shelby elected to drive the more nimble 300S on the twisty new road circuit that for the first time replaced Pebble Beach’s historic but deadly car chase through the Monterey Peninsula forest. Shelby put our little Maser on Laguna’s pole for the track’s initial main. Understeer and brushes with hay bales in the Corkscrew relegated him to only fourth at the finish. Our old 857S was there, too, by then sold to its next owner and driven to fifth place by Ginther. As for our “borrowed” 300S Maser, this Laguna Seca was its last appearance as an Edgar-entry, the car going back to Maserati as we headed south again for Riverside.
And so came our return to Riverside Raceway for November 17th’s SCCA National. Windy and bitterly cold, the 82-mile big-bore feature got underway with Shelby in the 450S taking the lead on Lap 4. On Lap 5 he spun the big Maser and a flock of front runners flew past before, furious at himself, he was back in the combat.
In the next hour of arguably his best driving ever, Shelby mowed down the leaders and won the race. Coming second in the ex-Parravano 375 Plus was a young local no-name known forever after as Dan Gurney. At that moment, though, Carroll Shelby was on top of the world. He’d won an important National in an Edgar car on John Edgar’s track. And, to add even more icing to the big-picture cake, behind Gurney then Gregory’s Maser and Walt Hansgen’s D-Type, Ginther brought my father’s 410 Sport home in fifth spot. That night, the Presidential Bar at Riverside’s Mission Inn was all about celebration.
“Riverside,” Shelby has said, “was a fine European-type circuit, and I think one of the best we had in America in those days.” Then, he told me, “It tickled your father for years that I’d won that race after getting ‘Texas Mad.’”
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It was back to Nassau in December ’57, where Shelby in our 450S was second in the 5-lap Sprint Race, third in the Governor’s Cup 15-lapper, and tailed the 50-lap Nassau Trophy race-winning Stirling Moss’ Ferrari 290MM to the flag as runner-up and only Maserati to survive the race’s 250 miles among a field of finishers that included a dozen Ferraris. Oh, and our 410 was at Nassau, too, under Ginther again, knocking off a pair of seconds and two fifths during that race-filled week in the Bahamas. Even now, over 54 years later, it’s exhausting to think about.
Into 1958, as Scott Fitzgerald, had he lived to see 62, might have written then and in fact did decades before … “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” Truth was, our cars in the Edgar stable were showing their age against an analogous current of new stuff arriving on the sports car racing scene in North America.
The first big deal in ’58 was to go back to Cuba near the end of February. Edgar HQ was for a second time a suite at the Hotel National overlooking the Malecón and Caribbean that included a sighting of Ernest Hemingway with drink in hand on the balcony below. Red race cars were everywhere and forming the grid. It all appeared so festive and bright. Gregory was seated in our 410, and Shelby in the Edgar 450S. But in a bizarre incident to embarrass the Batista regime, Fangio was absent and would not start—he had been kidnapped from his hotel the night before by Fidel Castro-supporting rebels and was being held in a room somewhere. But the worst was yet to come. Five laps into the delayed race, Cuban driver Armando Garcia Cifuentes’ 2.0-liter Ferrari Testa Rossa skidded out of control and tore through spectators crowded at the edge of the race course, killing 7 and injuring more than 30.
The Cuban GP was stopped on Lap-6, only 12 minutes after it began. Even though the Edgar 410 with Gregory was leading when the race was called, he was accredited second—Moss in a 4.1-liter NART Ferrari 335S had passed him under the red flag and consequently was first to cross the Lap-5 finish line. 12 hours later race officials declared Moss the winner—because Gregory had slowed and Moss crossed the line first. Gentlemanly, Stirling and Masten decided among themselves to split their pooled prize money. Shelby in our yellow-nose 450S was third, leaving in his mirrors the illustrious likes of Wolfgang von Trips, Harry Schell, Jo Bonnier, Jean Behra, Maurice Trintignant [substitute driver for Fangio’s 450S], Porfirio Rubirosa, Phil Hill, Bruce Kessler and Jim Kimberly.
Shelby’s 450S strategy at Havana had been to start heavy with full fuel so he wouldn’t have to stop during the 310-mile race, having no idea of the tragedy that would end it after only 20 miles when Cifuentes’ Ferrari slid in oil on the racing surface. Some figured the fluid slick was from support races run earlier. Other believed it was put there by rebels to further disgrace the Batista government, saying that the oil was green, just as it might have been poured fresh from a can rather than spewed from a hot engine. The next day, Fangio was released unharmed near Havana’s Argentine Embassy. By then, most everyone had gone home.
While the Edgar camp re-grouped back in Los Angeles and Shelby was getting himself ready to head for Europe and join the Aston Martin and Centro-Sud teams, our Maser 450S and Ferrari 410 were made fit for the next Palm Springs race in early April. Shelby would drive the four-five Maser, and the four-nine Ferrari would stand ready as back-up.
It was good to return again to the desert classic. The springtime mountains wore snow-tops, the weather was sunny and hot, and Lance Reventlow had brought out his new 5.5-liter Chevy-powered Scarab to play with the predominate foreign sports cars. Of course there were the far-into-night parties all over again, and those beating bongos, but a new period in ‘50s racing seemed to be ushering in on that April ’58 weekend. Would our 450S, already getting tired, be able to hold its own?
In Saturday’s 5-lap Sprint, Shelby proved our Maser V8 could still win, even though the car’s drum brakes were sacrificed. Bob Oker’s 3.0-liter Aston Martin DB35 was second. Reventlow’s third-place Scarab, after wooing everyone with its looks and speed would fail to start Sunday’s main because of a cracked engine block.
Our Maserati’s brakes shot, Shelby on Sunday seated his old Ferrari ride—Enzo said it was the best car he ever built—the Edgar 410 Sport. He had not finished a race with the 410 since his second place behind Fangio at Havana more than a year ago. Now, at Palm Springs, he led the main in it, but not without a mid-race brakes problem. Gurney in the shortened 375 Plus got past Shelby on Lap 20, and young Dan—it was his 27th birthday—came home the winner, 11 seconds ahead of Shelby at the checkered flag. So that was that. Although this would be Shelby’s last drive in our 410, the car would be driven by others—Pete Woods, Bonnier, Gregory, Jim Rathmann, Chuck Daigh—in a few subsequent contests, and even win under Bruce Kessler at Nassau’s Ferrari Race in December 1958.
Carroll Shelby – The Edgar Ferrari and Maserati Years Continued
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Ironically, Shelby’s drives at the April ‘58 Palm Springs National—Sprint in the 450S, Main in the 410—were the last times he would race a Ferrari and Maserati for John Edgar. Gurney would DNF our 450S at Tracy, California in May ’58. The Maser’s engine expired under Woods at Riverside in June ’58, and Landaker implanted a 6.3-liter Pontiac V8 in the car, while later still it underwent a conversion to a 5.7-liter Maserati marine engine. Neither power plant proved successful. The last race for the Edgar Maserati was Daigh’s DNF when the transaxle let go at Riverside’s Times Grand Prix on October 11, 1959. Early in 1960, my father, after fielding his remarkable sports car équipe for the past ten years, got out of the game entirely when he sold all of his race cars and interest in Riverside Raceway.
About my father’s big 4.5-liter Maserati and driving it in the 1950s, Shelby has told me, “I thought the four-five, especially after the 5.7 engine was put in it, was probably the end of the line for the big sports cars—and it was the best one. It handled good and I won a lot of races in it.” Shel then gave his stamp of approval for the car, never done unless he truly meant it, saying, “I liked it.”
Carroll Shelby’s final win in a sports car, a year after he and Roy Salvadori won the 24 Hours of Le Mans in 1959 co-driving an Aston Martin DBR1, occurred at Continental Divide, Colorado in a Meister Brau Scarab on June 26, 1960. Prophetic in what Shelby would later do with his Cobras, Ford GTs and Mustangs, that Scarab was American made with an American motor.
At Laguna Seca four months later, on October 20th, Shelby drove his last ever sports car competition in a Tipo 61 “Birdcage” Maserati owned by Frank Harrison, finishing an overall second after two demanding 102-mile heats. His life-long heart condition by then had made driving an exhausting effort, and during this farewell pursuit he used nitroglycerin pills to get him through the race to his final checkered flag.
Where are the Shelby-driven ex-John Edgar Ferraris and Maseratis today? Our old Ferrari 857S (serial number 0588M), for a while owned by Andy Warhol, has recently been restored to its April 1956 Edgar team condition and livery, superbly executed by David Cottingham’s DK Engineering in England. The Ferrari 410 Sport (s/n 0598CM) belongs to Roger Willbanks, who displays the car at the Shelby American Collection in Boulder, Colorado. The 300S Maserati (s/n 3071) is in New York, owned and vintage raced by Tony Wang. The 450S Maserati s/n 4506 (factory renumbered from s/n 4505), after a list of post-Edgar owners, went to a former president of Bugatti Automobiles, Dr. Thomas Bscher, who has driven it many times in European historic races. The Le Mans-winning 375 Plus (s/n 0396AM), though never raced by Shelby but frequently an Edgar team paddock stand-by, became a celebrated jewel in the Pierre Bardinon collection near Aubusson, France.
As a matter of fate, none of these cars were locked away in a barn and the key given to me. I never owned any of them, but hold each in lasting memory, as I also cherish those times and places that made up Carroll Shelby’s Edgar Ferrari and Maserati Years in the mid-to-late 1950s. To quote Ol’ Shel on the subject, he once told me in that gravely drawl of his, “It’s an era that’s gone and won’t ever come back.” I like it that it was he and my father who did so much to make it happen, and that I could be there for it.
[Source: William Edgar; photo credit: Edgar Motorsport Archive]
Incredibly timely posting here………Carroll Shelby RIP!
A wonderful piece on a great man – a true automotive icon. And one that will be missed.
William…you mention the 410 being tired about the time it DNFd at Stockton Airport 1957. I happened to have been witness to that when I was a 19 year old course worker on the main straight.
In the main event, Carroll simply took off and left everyone so far behind it seemed like a one-man race. For lap after lap he extended his lead, then as the car was flying down the main straight, the engine suddenly cut, and the car and driver came to a stop right in front of me, next to the snow fencing used to line courses in those days.
I leaned over the cockpit from the left side (the 410 was, of course, right hand drive), and asked him what could have happened. He held up the shift lever, and in his wonderful Texas drawl, “Damned thing broke right off in my hand!.”
And it certainly had, right to the base of the lever shaft. I helped him roll the car to an opening in the snow fence and into the paddock.
I saw him a couple of years later, dominating the Vaca Valley main event in the Tipo 61 Birdcage. No question he could drive and win in everything.
We’ll never be able to fully add up all that he did for American racing. Irreplaceable!!
Thanks, David, for adding your recollection of Shelby’s broken shifter at the Stockton race on March 17, 1957. It nicely finds its place into the colorful mosaic of Shel’s racing during that period. In my article, though, I did not say the 410 was “tired” but rather “rapidly-getting-worn” which it indeed was at that point in the car’s very hard life. The 410’s brakes were becoming an issue and, obviously, the shifter had weaken to the point of failure. The car’s 4.9-liter V12 engine itself was still very strong, hence the performance you witnessed and was so impressive, even though the competition in that race was not the most challenging. Lou Brero’s D-Type Jaguar posed no serious threat to Shelby’s big Ferrari, but Lou drove his D-Type well and won that race with it after Shel dropped out. At the time, sadly, Brero had little more then a month to live. He died on April 21st following a racing accident at Dillingham Field, Oahu, Territory of Hawaii, and sports car racing and its enthusiasts lost a driver of great talent and popularity.
William….thanks so very much for your comments about my recollections. I think I actually knew then that I was living through an extraordinary time. The drivers and machines and courses remain so vivid. The first race I ever attended – in my new MG TF1500 – was the last Pebble. And the following year, of course, the first Laguna. Our 23 year old son – a total gearhead – can’t imagine that I was there, seeing those fabulous races!
I clearly recall reading about Lou Brero’s fatal accident. He was one of the guys I always followed, along with Merle Brennan in the manxtail Cooper and Bob Oker and Harry Eyerly’s amazing Crosley, etc., etc.
Over the years I’ve amassed a rather extensive automotive library, among which are old, very rare, certainly famous volumes. Yet the book I return to over and over is “Sports Car Racing”, the story of your fabulous Dad, Tony Parravano, John von Neuman and the whole West Coast scene. I wonder how many enthusiasts today understand how they changed the entire car world in North America, and later in Europe, because of their passion and investment.
Looking back, I see the period ’58 – ’60 as the pinnacle of the sports racer in America. The sheer range of machinery that showed at Laguna in those years – along with a drivers’ list that sounds like some kind of dream today – is staggering to recall. Of course, being a third generation Californian (San Franciscan at that), I can’t imagine the epicenter having been anywhere else. To be here then really was a beautiful, exciting dream.
I honor your Dad, and wish you the best.
Sincerely,
David Berelson
Hi, william, I am producing a documentary on the Pebble Beach races from 50-56, i would love to get your story on camera. email me. deank@kirklanddigital.com
Great story, William! (Stories, actually.) I cheered Shelby on at almost all his races on the East Coast in the mid-Fifties, and championed his successful effort to perfect Ford’s then-troubled GT40 in the June, 1965 issue of Car and Driver (an article still quoted back to me by the Shelby American Owner’s Club). Great photos, too….
Fabulous stuff from William Edgar, as usual. Thank you for these great recollections.
what a 1st class texan all the way. shell was in beverly hills at david e. davis book signing yrs ago.
had plenty of women around him. last time i saw him in person. love the pictures from the old days.
thanks for sharing. youmust of had a fabulous childhood with your dad. keep sharing.
Not so long ago I found myself thinking about how rare it is to run into people of my age (I was born in late 60’s) who really know what “Shel” was doing before he got involved with his Cobra project. I was amazed to find out that Wikipedia for instance did not say a word about his driving career (a little better now, but not that much). That’s why I was particularly delighted to find this article, and I think it does manage to draw a credible portrait of a man behind the legend and the people he was involved with. Thank You so much for sharing Your unique memories and amazing photos. Very well done!
Kare: I’m so glad you made your comment about Carroll Shelby’s driving years. I’m also pleased to find the “Ferrari In Sweden” website, and 410 Sport # 0596CM, sister car to the 410 Shel drove, by clicking on your name. Thanks, and all best, W.E.
We can thank God for great people like this that has developed great cars and racing to which we all appreciate today and will for years to come. It will be hard to find a new person that can will his shoes and do what he has done for cars and the industry of autos.Great racers have come and gone and only few names are remembered…this is definatly one of those names that will never be forgotten.His cars will help his history to live on. Hopefully one of our younger generation will come to stardome and shine like he has done and carry things to the next level.
Thank you, William.
My favorite article of the year.
Mr. Shelby is my automotive hero.
What a terrific piece of Sport Car History! Brings back vivid memories. I was blessed to have been there to observe most of these events alongside my Father Ted Brown. May they both rest in peace!
William: Thanks for the great stories. I was present at many of the California races you refer to.
That Shelby/Hill duel at Palm Springs in particular is one I have never forgotten.
I was glad to be a part of it all too – even though I was a young teenager – it all
made a strong impression on me – determined my goals, career and life ineterests.
I became a mechanical engineer because I wanted to design and build race cars –
and I have – as well as raced karts, motorcycles and cars.
Best regards,
Mike Savin
Thanks, Mike for your comment. I refer SCD readers to your recollection of Bob Oker driving your father’s AC Bristol in a sports car race at Sacramento, California in September 1956, when few new what the car was (Tam’s Old Race Car Site – http://www.tamsoldracecarsite.net/MeachamBBOkerSacto56.html for a direct link to your piece) and how it impressed so many on that day back in the Fabulous Fifties.
William: – and thanks for referring them to Tam’s site. It was a wonderful era.
William and Mike….not to leave the subject of the moment – Mr. Shelby – but I had mentioned Bob Oker in my first message, and I easily remember that hot day at the Sac Fairgrounds where Bob, as usual, drove the beautiful 2 liter AC Bristol superbly, beating machinery of twice the displacement!
And the AC, good as it was, would be transformed by Carroll into the truly great 289 Cobra. What a time we witnessed!
David: That was quite a weekend. I’ve got some of it on film. I captured Masten Gregory, Lou Brero, Ken Miles, Bill Murphy, Richie Ginther, John Von Neuman in and out of the cockpit. The AC was running in E Production, 2 liter engines – and at the time, I don’t believe mods were allowed to suspension components in the Production classes. My films at Santa Barbara, especially, show lots of body lean – and probably not real good front end geometry. The car was good – and Oker was a phenomenal driver. I agree: Shelby definitely improved upon the original car.
I wish I could upload some stills captured from the above films to illustrate, and share my portraits of the drivers just named.
Mike…how I’d love to see that footage, or even stills from it! Speaking of the unforgettable Bob Oker, didn’t he also shock competition at the wheel of Lew Spencer’s ridiculously fast Morgan?
I can’t help adding a bit of color about an event that I’m sure but a handful of people saw or remember……I spent a year and a half at a specialized international trade college in Mexico City in ’59-’60. While there, I was surprised to see a notice for a sports car race outside the Capitol at a circuit called Valle del Bravo.
John and Josie brought their von Neuman stable down (about 2500 miles from Socal!), and also racing that day were two extremely fast teenage kids by the name of Rodriguez. John won – and I seem to recall that Richie Ginther was there – but the buzz was all about those brothers. We were entering the ’60’s….
David:
Nope. Oker didn’t drive Lew Spenser’s car. He did go on to drive Aston Martins
for Joe Lubin, Maserati 1500, Cooper Formula Jr, Ferraris, Cooper Monaco. He drove
Jim Firestone’s Frazer Nash several times. One big win for Oker was Riverside big-bore
event: 1958 United States Grand Prix for Sports Cars, Oct 12, 1958. The car had been
Stirling Moss’ factory car.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1958_United_States_Grand_Prix_for_Sports_Cars
Neat that you were present for the Mexican race. I well remember reading about it
in MotoRacing Newspaper. Gus Vignole introduced the Rodriguez brothers to readers
in Southern California in his report regarding that race. The brothers’ father later blamed
Gus for the early deaths of the two. I remember seeing Ricardo driving his Porsche
Spyder at Riverside not long after that. I was jealous! Ricardo was 17 at the time –
I wasn’t going to be race-legal until I was 21.
David: Give me a way to contact you (e-mail address) – and I’ll send you some stills
from the aforementioned movie footage).
Best regards,
Mike Savin
Mike….thanks for correcting my memory re Spencer’s Morgan. Did know about Oker’s other drives. And how come no one seems to talk about Sammy Weiss, whose drives in the 550’s and RSK’s were superb. Another sad loss.
You’re really kind to offer stills of your movie footage….gratefully accepted!!
Whoops! I made a mistake: Oker won the 1959 USAC United States GP – not the ’58 version.
Also, Bob drove factory Triumph TR3s at Sebring 2 years running.(1956 and 1957). Bob drove
11 hrs and 15 minutes himself of the 1956 12 hour race – thus was given the title of “Iron Man Oker” by
Gus Vignole. He won the 2-liter GT class, finishing 19th overall
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1132468/index.htm
Are you related to Richard Cole ? Please let him know I’m trying to find him, it is very importent, it has to do with his hospital stay and what happend to him. Please let me know if he is okay, and if he is willing to talk to me – I need to share something with him that he may want to be involved with. I pray that he is ok. He can google my name, or find my site on facebook, my main website is for contact visits for our guests.
Thanks for this. In ’65 when he was pushing his book, The Cobra Story, he told me he had never raced a car he owned. Does that square with your knowledge of him?
Hi, William,
Your usual great and highly detailed job of reporting, adding in your knack of imparting the excitement of the time. One little thing, probably the result of research, not yours; the first picture of Carroll Shelby in the GP Ferrari at Giant’s Despair in 1956 was mine, an amateurish snapshot, at best, but with a pretty good camera of the time, an Exacta. As you know, Pete Vanlaw and I tagged along with the John Edgar crew through Giant’s Despair, Brynfan Tyddn and Beverly, MA in the ’56 season. One of the most memorable adventures of my life, looking at it 60 years later. Keep up the great work!
Earl Gandel
I knew a fine professional photographer in South Georgia named Bill Edgar.
Great era of racing. What did your father get out of sponsoring the most expensive race cars on earth in amateur races? As you know the long running joke in racing asks the question: how to make a fortune in racing? Start with a large fortune is the answer. I’ve seen dirt track races where the winner had to buy a loser gas to get home because he had spent everything on the car.
I was nine years old when my father took me to the 1957 race at Dillingham Field on Oahu. A few days later I saw the Ferrari #98 at a garage in downtown Honolulu.
Palm Springs was my introduction to sports car racing. I started in 1952, still in High School. I immediately said: that’s it. And it was for the rest of my life. Clark Gable was the course marshal in that first one. By the time I was there opening day of Riverside, in 1957, I went in my first Porsche Speedster. Then another Porsche, and finally, a Mercedes 300SL Roadster – thought I had gone to heaven. I’m very thankful for sites like this, that bring back so many wonderful memories. Glad I was there from the beginning of so many great drivers careers, Gurney, Phil Hill, Masten Gregory, etc. The development of all those great cars. What a fantastic time that was. Many thanks. Terry G. Smith
AWESOME TIME IN MY LIFE
Inraced in the 60s