Remington was a mastermind with no college degree or any formal training, who’d been building speed machines since the early days of hot-rodding on dry lake beds northeast of Los Angeles. Competition manager was Ken Miles, a World War II tank commander from England. At forty-five, Miles was four years older than Shelby, a sharp-tongued engineer who’d earned a reputation as the best 1.5-liter-class racer in California and perhaps anywhere.
