1956 CARROLL AND SHELBY A LEGEND OF A MAN IN A FERRARI SIGNED AUTHENTICITY FRAMED FREE INSURED SHIPPING AUST WIDE
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SELLERS NOTES WHO I BOUGHT IT FROM SIGNED BY CARROLL SHELBY, 23″ X 18″ POSTER, NEW Original signature, see close up photo Never displayed THIS IS A EXTREMELY SUPER RARE PIECE .. FINDING ANOTHER AS GOOD A CHANCE OF WINNING LOTTO. *PHOTO OF POSTER FRAMED ONLY FOR SHOW AS WAS BEING DONE EXACTLY THE SAME BEING FRAMED ready 11th of September 2020 OWN A PIECE OF RACING HISTORY VERY RARE My relationship with Carroll goes back to the early/mid 90’s FRAME SIZE SIZE 77 CM BY 62 CM 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.” Carroll Shelby drives the Edgar Ferrari 410S, originally built in 1955 for Juan Manuel Fangio. “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.