One of the most-used tools is a small torch for shining light into the complicated passageways of the engine block, where cables now have to be connected and tiny screws screwed in. And they are, indeed, all screwed in individually, in an atmosphere of almost meditative contemplation. The vehicle is still indiscernible. "No worries," says Bob Bell, "we'll get there..." After four hours a skeleton, at least, can be made out. No more than that. Consisting of three sections: chassis, engine and transmission. A skeleton that will gradually be criss-crossed with blood vessels and ropes of muscles, held together by the tiniest of screws. From time to time, one of the race engineers comes down from the first floor and looks at one of the components to be used.
They, too, approach the block with respect, run their fingers over the shape, caress the joints and measure millimeter-wide gaps with their rulers. In this atmosphere of ceremonial peace it comes as an irritation that occasionally a mechanic really does need to lie on the floor under the car.