The heavy soundproof door of the Scuderia Veloce telemetry truck slammed shut with a resounding thud, cutting off the deafening noise of the Silverstone paddock and the clicking shutters of fifty photojournalists. The transporter was a narrow, dimly lit sanctuary of brushed aluminum, darkened glass monitors, and leather swivel chairs. Because the race had just concluded, the engineering crew was still down in the pit garage, leaving the private mobile…
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