'Twas the Month Before Shakedown Runs

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'Twas the month before shakedown runs, all through Milton Keynes and Maranello,

Every creature was stirring, from the CEO to each fellow;

The wind tunnel models were hung in the test room with care,

In hopes that performance gains soon would be there.

The drivers were briefed on their simulators with dread,

While visions of podiums danced in each head;

With MGU-K in harmony, combustion aflame,

They learned how to handle this new power game.

When out in the composites bay there arose such a clatter,

The manufacturing team rushed to see what was the matter.

Away to the autoclave they flew like a flash,

Checked pressure and temperature in a fevered dash.

The spotlights that shone on the monocoque so new,

Gave the luster of midnight to the carbon they grew,

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But eight different concepts and a rulebook unclear!

With a cunning head designer, so clever and slick,

They knew in a moment which loopholes to pick.

More rapid than pit stops, the iterations they came,

And he pointed and shouted and called them by name:

"Now CAD team! Now structures! Now cooling and power!

On bodywork! On suspension! We've not a spare hour!

To the FIA limits! To the regulatory wall!

Now push it! Now bend it! Stay legal through all!"

As tire marbles before the safety car fly,

When they meet with a straight, disperse to the sky;

So up to the scrutineering the components flew,

With weight-saving tricks and titanium too—

And then in a moment, they heard on the floor,

The hydraulic hiss of the dyno next door.

As they calibrated sensors and spun around,

From the power unit bay the chief engineer came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fireproofs, from his head to his toe,

And his clothes were all marked with oil residue's glow;

A bundle of data logs he had slung on his back,

And he looked like a surgeon examining each stack.

His eyes—how they sparkled! His expression how wary!

The power split figures were revolutionary!

His droll little mouth was drawn up in concern,

As the hybrid system had much left to learn.

The electrical phase was charged up so tight,

While the combustion cycle burned perfectly bright;

He had a broad face and a mind sharp as steel,

That could solve any problem that testing would reveal.

He was focused and driven, a right engineering elf,

And they worked when they saw him, in spite of themself;

A nod of his head and a twist of his wrench,

Soon gave them to know they had cleared every bench.

He spoke many words as he went to his work,

Checked every connector, examined each quirk;

And affixing the bodywork, showing the team what he'd found,

And giving a thumbs-up, the engine roared with sound!

He sprang to the pit wall, to his crew gave a whistle,

And away they all worked like the wind through a missile.

But I heard him exclaim as the car rolled from sight,

"One month to shakedown—let's get this thing right!"

May your porpoising be minimal and your tire degradation optimal.