There's a particular theater to motorsport. The hair-bristling caterwaul of a race exhaust. The aromas of hot metal mechanics. The gritty dust of tire soot. And that's for spectators. Step beyond the yellow line into pit row and things get far more visceral. And though we could prattle on in paragraphs about what it's like to be face-to-face with theatrics of racing Ferraris, we figured it best to report this story through the medium of film.