The Clandestine Racing Team prepares as if it were going into combat.
No golden sponsorships, no clean labs.
It's all done in a garage — a real, cold garage that smells of iron and reheated coffee.
That's where endless nights are born.
That's where you hear technical discussions at three in the morning.
That's where time runs faster than the clock.

There is no technical team of thirty people.
There are two heads, four hands and an undetermined number of tools scattered about.
And sometimes, there is a neighbor who lends a hand.
And other times, there's a YouTube tutorial running on loop as the Jimny's electrical system is reconfigured.