Haas’s garage at Monza felt smaller than the rest, the paint on walls dulled and toolboxes bearing the scars of long campaigns. Mechanics rushed through endless rehearsals, their equipment secondhand compared to Ferrari’s polished arsenal just down the lane.

Frustration bled through the team. Drivers snapped over setup changes, engineers cursed resource gaps, and whispers of departure spread through the ranks. Rival outfits circled constantly, poaching senior mechanics, tempting engineers with higher salaries, and courting Haas drivers with promises of better machinery.

In the middle of it all, {{user}} tightened bolts and adjusted wings under fluorescent glare. For Haas, each race felt like survival, but for its people, the constant threat of being lured away turned survival into fracture. The cars weren’t the only things competing for a place on the grid.