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Phil Remington can design, build, repair, patch together, and generally fix
anything on a race car, from the manifolds on a Scarab to the sweeping tail of
a Ford Mk IV at LeMans. Preston Lerner visited Mr. Fix-it at the All American
Racers shop in Santa Ana, Ca., where "Rem" was fabricating a brake
cooling duct for Toyota's IMSA GTP car. |
Written on
the occasion of Phil Remington’s 70th birthday. Article by Preston Lerner, July
1990 edition of Sports Car International Magazine. Photography by David Gooley.
Period photos by David Friedman.
A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO,
Woody Allen made a movie called Zelig about a guy who always managed to be
on the scene whenever history was being made during the twenties and
thirties. He could be found hobnobbing with Adolf Hitler at Nuremburg,
Herbert Hoover and Calvin Coolidge at the White House, Pope Pius XI at the
Vatican, even Babe Ruth at Yankee Stadium. Wherever the crossroads of
history happen to fall, Woody Alen's Zelig was there.
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The motorsports
community has its own version of Zelig. His name is Phil Remington,
and his hard-to-believe career provides continuing proof that fact
is stranger than fiction. When West Coast hot rodders started
tearing up the dry lakes before World War II, he was there. When
Sterling Edwards won the first bonafide sports car race staged on
the West Coast after the war, he was there. When Lance Reventlow ran
the first American Formula One car at Monte Carlo, he was there.
When Carroll Shelby's Cobras crushed all comers from Riverside to
Daytona, he was there. When John Holman and Ralph Moody were
dominating the Southern stock car scene, he was there. And when Dan
Gurney's All American Racers finally won Indianapolis 500, Phil
Remington was there. |
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Daytona, 1965
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It sometimes seems as if the man has been
everywhere – Formula One, Indy cars, endurance racing, Can-Am, Trans-Am,
NASCAR, GTO, GTP. Once, he even made an around-the-world promotional trip
for Ford as chief mechanic, fabricator, and all-purpose nuts-and-bolts
wizard with a pair of new 1958 four-wheel drive trucks that he'd disguised
as '57 models by rigging them with aluminum skins and headlight conversions.
"We had to be able to look 100
percent, appearance-wise, all the time," he says. "If those trucks
got skinned up or damaged, we had spare sheet metal to repair them. We ha
paint, thinner, a compressor, and welding outfits so that we could fix
anything."
And make no mistake: if there's a piece of
an automobile that Remington can't fix, then he can make a perfect copy to
replace it. If he can't copy the piece, then you'll have to wait until God
creates another.
"He's the best fabricator in the
world, and that's not his strong point," says Carroll Smith, a longtime
racing consultant who worked with Remington on the Ford assault on LeMans.
" His strong point is his incredible intuitive feel for machinery. When
there is a problem, by the time other people realize it, he's already made
six fixes."
Back during his days as director of
research and development at Shelby American, Remington was responsible for
hundreds of modifications to the all-conquering Ford GT40s, Mark IIs and
Mark IVs. On the sketches for these fixes, there used to be a legend: "
Draftsman: Remington. Designer: Remington. Engineer: Remington. Approved:
Remington." Just call him the last of the soup-to-nuts mechanics.
EAGLE
GTP
A generation later, Remington's still at it. When we caught
up with him at All American Racers shop in Santa Ana, he was fitting an air
scoop to a carbon-fiber rear brake on the latest Eagle GTP car. The new
configuration of the redesigned rear suspension was making things difficult.
The hours passed without much in the way of discernible progress, but
Remington remained imperturbable, jaw set, eyes steely, face impassive. The
man looked implacable, and it was clear that the air scoop was going to
break before he did.
There was no wasted motion while he
worked, no tapping his feet to the rock 'n' roll playing on the radio, no
breaks for coffee, no time devoted to gossip. Hour after hour, he trimmed
and eyeballed and cut and massaged and measured and did whatever it took to
get the damn air scoop to fit. "Phil's like a machine," says one
former coworker. Says another, ex-Shelby team manager Al Dowd: "We
called him Super-Twitchy Phil. He was a little hyper. He couldn't sit still
at all. He'd work so hard and so fast, but he always got it right."
The roster of people Remington has worked
with during his career reads like an Automobile Racing Hall of Fame.
Naturally, some of them shared their expertise with the young Remington, but
mostly, he mastered his trade the hard way. " I learned to do metal
work on my own," he says. 'Well, I'll build my own car,' and I just
started building it. I learned to weld by trading an intake manifold for a
welding outfit when I was 17. I guess I'd have to say my expertise is being
able to do a lot of things that other people can't do."

Born in 1921 in Santa Monica, Rem - as
he's known in the trade – grew up in the cradle of hot rod civilization.
As a teenager, he was a member of the Santa Monica Low Flyers, and rival hot
rod clubs, he became acquainted with many of the people who would dominate
the post war west coast scene – Phil Hill, Ritchie Ginther, Jim Travers,
Frank Coons, Stu Hilborn, and Vic Edlebrock, just to name a few.
After serving as a B-24 flight engineer in
the South Pacific, Remington returned home after World War II and headed
straight to the dry lakes of California. With an ultra-modified Model A
fitted with a flathead V8 Ford, he set a class record by running 136 mph and
change at El Mirage. "He was always a little bit ahead of
everybody," Travers recalls. A blown-up photograph of Remington in his
car is one of the few racing mementos displayed in his house.
MOTORCYCLE
ACCIDENT
Remington later hooked up with Travers to work for
millionaire sportsman Howard Keck, who was running a trio of midgets at the
time. Unfortunately, Remington was hit by a truck while riding a Triumph
Tiger motorcycle, and he spent a year in the hospital. "The left leg
was terribly damaged," he says. "They were going to take it off at
one point, so I called my mother and got her to bring me some clothes, and I
bailed out." Although he walks with a slight limp, he still has his
leg.
When Remington got back on his feet, he
joined well-known Indy car builders Emil Diedt and Lujie Lesovsky in their
shop in Los Angeles. Their so-called Flexible Flyer proved to be a fiasco,
but the team produced a bunch of successful specials. The most notable was a
tube-frame, fully independent Ford 60 one-off for Sterling Edwards, who used
to win at Palm Springs in 1950, generally considered to be the first
official sports car race held on the west coast.
After building intake manifolds for Eddie
Meyer, Louis' brother, Remington moved to San Francisco to help Edwards in
his quest to get his attractive sports car into production. Besides building
a few prototypes for the young millionaire (and making what he believes may
have been the first fiberglass automobile body), Remington ran Edwards'
racing program. When he could find the time, he also did a little racing of
his own, at least until he totaled a C-Type Jaguar at Pebble Beach after
clouting a Jowett Jaguar. After he became convinced that Edwards wasn't
going to get his sports car off the ground, Remington returned to LA and did
a stint with Stu Hilborn. Like we said, the man was everywhere.
More to the point, he was wherever the
action was the hottest. In 1957, he contracted with former Indy winner Pete
DePaolo, who ran Ford Motor Company's quasi-factory racing program, to make
an around-the-world trip with the '58 trucks. By the time he returned, Ford
had quit racing, so he rejoined Lesovsky and worked on Indy roadsters,
midgets, and dirt cars. And then, in 1958, he got the call to work for Lance
Reventlow in building his fearsome Scarab sports cars.
SCARABS
Remington arrived too late to work on the prototype, but he helped build the
second and third sports cars and was in the inception of the Formula One car
that appeared in 1960. Later, he was primarily responsible for the last of
the Scarabs – a trim and neat rear-engined sports car that remained
competitive for over three years.
Although it achieved its
greatest success with a small block Chevy in the engine bay (and A.J. Foyt
in the cockpit), the rear-engined Scarab was originally equipped with a
small Oldsmobile V8. To pump some extra power out of the motor, Remington
fabricated a series of ever-more-elaborate crossover manifolds that not only
worked effectively, but looked extraordinary. "I'd love to have one of
the manifolds just to look at," says Warren Olson, who was the general
of the Scarab operation. "It was just a work of art."
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 Daytona, 1967. Pondering
transmission
problems of a Ford Mk II B.
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Remington doesn't often brag on
his own work, but he can't resist crowing just a little about those manifolds.
"First, I built one with 40 millimeters on it, " he says. "Then
I built one with 48 sidedrafts, and that ran pretty good, so I built them
another one with 58 millimeter Webers. I started off with 1.75 in. tube and I
hand-bent it into an Ess shape. Then I took the big end and put two wedges in
it and made it out to be about two-and-three-eighths for the Weber. The Esses
interlaced both ways and went into two flanges. Boy, it was a lot of work
making those things, but it put out some real good power on the top end."
In fact, the 298-pound engine was rated at 300 horsepower.
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If you look hard enough, you
can find former coworkers who aren't members of the Phil Remington Fan Club.
After all, he tends to be stubborn when he thinks he's right, and he's
stepped on more than a couple of toes over the years. But nobody - not even
his worst detractors – criticizes his work. And when your craftsmanship is
as exquisite as Remington's has always been, there's never any shortage
needy of people clamoring for your help.
As soon as the Scarab
operation folded in 1962, for instance, Remington landed on his feet with
the Cobra program. In fact, when Shelby started leasing shop space in Venice
from Reventlow, Remington more or less went with the building. As he puts
it, "I just changed payrolls, I guess you could say." A few weeks
later, when Billy Krause broke a rear hub carrier while leading at race at
Riverside in the Cobra's maiden race, Remington was the guy who picked up
some forging blanks from his friend Ted Halibrand and made a set of new
ones. These served as the prototypes for all future rear hub carriers which,
by the way, never broke again.

Cobra Team, 1964 LeMans
LE
MANS WORK
From Cobras, Shelby and Remington together segued
into the Ford LeMans program. Although these years have been the subject of
countless books and articles, the full extent of Remington's exploits will
never known. This much is clear: Remington solved the coupe's recurring
brake-cooling problems by stealing the intakes off a C-47 he saw taxiing
outside his office window. And he's the guy who chopped the long tail off
the experimental J-Car at 2 o'clock one morning to turn the slow-moving
breadvan into the invincible Mark IV.
"Without him, it would have been an
unbelievable failure," says Pete Weismann, who worked as a Kar Kraft
engineer on the Ford project before becoming the nation's leading authority
on racing transmissions. "He's the master. Whatever the engineers
dreamed up, he was the one who made it work for them."
Remington's last job for Shelby was
preparing the unsuccessful car raced by Peter Revson. After a brief stint in
Charlotte, N.C., building Ford Talladega Grand National stockers for Holman
and Moody, he returned to LA in time to help get Gurney's McLeagle Can Am
car off the ground. Since then, Remington's had a hand in virtually
everything to come out of the All American Racers shop. And at the age of 68
– he could pass for about 50 – he still puts in 60 hour weeks in Santa
Ana and then accompanies the team whenever and wherever it goes racing.
"It gets a little old," he
admits, not sounding entirely convincing, "but everything on the car is
kind of a prototype and you have to keep changing things at the racetrack
all the time. The crew is busy doing their mechanical stuff, and they need a
lot of advice sometimes if they think that something's wrong or something's
cracked.
"I'm thinking about retiring more and
more," he says. But don't expect him to disappear anytime soon. When an
Eagle finally wins a GTP race, Remington will probably be there, too.
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