The Red Bull Ring in Spielberg, Austria, was nestled in the emerald foothills of the Styrian Alps. Surrounded by towering pine forests and snow-dusted alpine ridges, the circuit was short, deceptively simple, and notoriously punishing on brakes and engines. It was 1:30 AM on Friday night following free practice. The paddock had long since fallen asleep. The team hospitality motorhomes were dark, the pit lane bathed in the eerie orange…
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