F1: Absolute Car Feel

Chapter 126 I think Ferrari suits him very well.

After the qualifying rounds ended and the crew finished their meal, they all returned to the maintenance area.

Race car number 32 was lifted up, the rear cover was opened, and the powerful engine with its coiled air pipes was revealed inside.

“We’ve looked at the data, and there’s no obvious difference. Are you sure there’s a problem?” Alan asked.

“Hmm, I think there’s a problem. We should take it apart and check,” Wu Shi said.

If an ordinary driver said that, the engineers and mechanics would definitely refute it. Taking apart and repairing the engine is a major job! Who would want to work overtime here in the middle of the night?!

But the person in front of us is Wu Shi, a driver who has shown absolute dominance in F3.

Alan and the mechanics exchanged glances and nodded helplessly. This man was the boss now, and they had to do as he asked.

However, it is a team after all, and everyone has their own thoughts.

Therefore, even though Alan, as the manager, agreed, the mechanic still couldn't help but vent her displeasure at having her beautiful night ruined, saying:
"We have the most comprehensive data, why go to all this trouble because of a slight feeling that something is off?"

Wu Shi looked over when he heard this, but did not say anything. At this point, it was still up to Ai Lan to handle the situation.

Instead of directly reprimanding the mechanic, Alan said:

"It's our responsibility to ensure everything is perfect. Since Wu Shi believes there's a problem with the engine, we need to check it. If everything is fine, consider it a pre-emptive engine maintenance; if there's a problem..."

Alan glanced at his watch and said, "If there are any problems, we have just enough time."

The mechanic wasn't deliberately trying to cause trouble; he was just casually complaining like most ordinary employees would when they learned they had to work overtime. If his complaint could change the boss's mind about working overtime, that would be ideal.

Complaining is ineffective, so be it. What else can the miserable working class do?
The mechanics worked together to remove the engine and begin disassembling the machine.

Wu Shi didn't practice the track on the simulator; instead, he stood here watching.

The engine truly deserves to be called a jewel of human industrial civilization; only through disassembly can one realize just how complex this thing is.

Every line of every component embodies the designer's painstaking efforts.

Wu Shi usually watches videos like "V8 maintenance and cleaning" and "V12 refresh" in his spare time, so he was watching them with great interest at this moment.

Van Amersford uses an engine provided by Volkswagen, which is comparable to Mercedes in many aspects, but the tuning by each team is different.

The mechanics sorted the parts and carefully inspected the cylinder walls, crankshaft, and pistons with spotlights.

This process took about three hours when suddenly, a mechanic said, "There are some impurities in the exhaust vent."

As he spoke, he wiped his hand, leaving blackish-gray granular oil stains on his glove.

"The congestion isn't too severe, but it has already caused a slight chain reaction," the mechanic continued.

The so-called chain reaction is that because of the blockage, the exhaust gas is discharged more slowly, and the slower it is discharged, the easier it is for impurities to accumulate.

The other mechanics also rushed over to check, and after they finished, they all looked at Wu Shi. Ai Lan, acting as their mouthpiece, asked, "You really could feel the engine malfunction?!"

"I won't say anything more. I felt something was off on that stretch of road. Although it was very similar to the past, there was still a difference." Wu Shi shrugged.

"Impressive!" Alan gave a thumbs up, then looked at the group of mechanics and said, "Keep it up! Check it carefully one more time, see if there are any other problems, and then work together to fix it!"

The subsequent cleaning and tidying up was also extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive. The work continued until 1 a.m. Ai Lan repeatedly advised Wu Shi to rest early, but Wu Shi shook his head and refused.

"Phew! Finally done!"

The entire track was utterly silent, the occasional chirping of insects and birds making the night seem even more profound. "Alright, now you can go rest," Ailan said to Wu Shi.

"Of course! Everyone get some rest, and watch me win tomorrow!" Wu Shi said happily.

"Whoosh! Go for it!"

"Let's win six consecutive championships!"

The mechanics cheered happily, both because they were glad that the repairs were finally finished and because of Wu Shi's confidence in tomorrow's competition!

After all, people may not like winning, but they will not dislike the prize money that comes with winning.

Wu Shi yawned and returned to his rest room.

His car has not experienced any mechanical failures on the track this season, thanks to his keen sense of perception.

Going back further, during his karting days, many of his victories relied on a stable racing car.

No matter how skilled a driver is, if the car is no good, the race will be lost.

The schedule for the next day is as follows: the first match will be held at 11:10 AM, and the second qualifying match will be held at 4:25 PM.

Because Wu Shi was very familiar with this track, the outcome of the race was basically a foregone conclusion.

Because this F1-level track is wide enough, many exciting battles took place in the rear.

Wu Shi ultimately won the championship, Blomqvist took second place, and O'Connor won third place.

As for Pan Zi, he encountered some problems on the sixth lap and had to retire from the race.

In an office at the Rafa headquarters in Maranello, Montezemolo took a deep breath after reviewing the files on his computer and called Martina over.

“It seems Wu Shi can easily achieve the goal I set for him,” Montezemolo said.

"These are only nine wins; it's hard to say what will happen next," Martina said with a smile.

“Well, I’m prepared to free up a seat in the Ferrari,” Montezemolo said.

Martina's expression remained unchanged. When the chairman called her over, she had a general idea of ​​what they would talk about.

"With two world champions leading the team now, do we still need to make adjustments?" Martina countered.

Montezemolo gave Martina a deep look, knowing what this capable woman was thinking.

It seems that as internal struggles intensify, many people are avoiding this issue altogether.

However, Martina's current complete disinterest in the Rafa seat is not to avoid internal political struggles, but more because Wu Shi now has a better place to go.

While the LaFerrari seat is tempting, Montezemolo's situation is not good at the moment. It is possible to arrange a seat for Wu Shi in a client team such as Sauber, but it would be difficult to push Wu Shi to sit in LaFerrari's own seat.

Even if they manage to push it up, the atmosphere within the convoy won't be very good for Wu Shi.

Martina was very familiar with Rafa's situation and naturally did not want Wu Shi to become a pawn in the power struggle between the two factions.

“Wu Shi’s talent is undeniable. Give him a car that can compete for the championship, and he will be the next world champion, and possibly the youngest world champion in history. I think Ferrari is a good fit for him.”

Seeing that Martina was keeping her mouth shut, Montezemolo had no choice but to express his own opinion first.

(End of this chapter)