Swiss roller Edgar Berney was generally seen as an accomplished and steady hand, with at least eight “I Drove The Le Mans 24-Hours” T-shirts hanging on his line. And, while we seriously doubt whether he ever cherished the 1966 version as a particular favourite, it was at least his best remembered!
And while we seriously doubt whether he ever cherished the 1966 version as a particular favourite, it was at least, his best remembered!
Edgar’s protracted orbit of the protractor though, right in thick of all those diagonally demonised drivers, was accomplished, despite some meagre squeaking, without any acquisition at all of excess Scots.
And engaging a suitably low-profile, he resolutely re-joined in pursuit of the rapidly diminishing challenge albeit now, on a firm heading for Noah Vale, since the beauteous but bumbling Bizzarrini P538 would endear itself still further, by the shedding of a shapely track-rod just 40 minutes later.
It’s been implied (probably as a result of his team manager’s loud questioning of his cerebral stability!) that ill-health may have been an ingredient in Edgar’s gaucherie. But none of the above stopped his paymasters from asking him back for next year only for them to muck-it-up this time. When the 2-litre car entered, was biffed-out at scrutineering having allegedly checked-in with five unaccounted for additional litres!