A MECURIAL TALENT AND A SUPREME YEAR
It began in the deep winter, on the Col de Turini, in the third week of January, 1968. Inside his red Porsche 911, Vic Elford, in silver Les Leston Nomex overalls, checked once again that the heating was turned up full. He hated the cold – but loved the snow and ice. They were his friends; he used them to his advantage when others would back away. Vic would relish the high-speed oversteer, the tip-toeing through the mountains on a narrow ribbon of grip, the balancing of the steering and throttle, David Stone to the right of him, rock faces to the left. The previous year on the Monte, with an obscure tyre regulation making it impossible to switch rubber, the heavy snow…
