And yet, it still isn’t working.

On the lands of the Marquis of Jerez, the Mate la Reine stable must prove to its rivals the value of forgotten excellence, but with the new Huedada oats, the first forty-eight hours of testing have turned into an ordeal.

Monseigneur Ron Delé is the rector of Mate la Reine. His mission is to forge a Holy Alliance between Mate la Reine and Huedada, an initiative which, according to him, will restore the heavens. The former rector of Luthus, Roland Boulet, settled in Woking, Mate la Reine's hometown, where he was knighted and took the name Roland de Boullier. THE COUNT OF MONCET
Past transgressions have faded from memory: in these southern lands, single-seaters glide like the harmonious notes of a violin, enjoying a renaissance in Spain. Amid this chaotic tableau, one team stands out for its languid pace. Alas, it is Mate la Reine, inactive in her garage, who pays the price for lazy refinement.

ROLAND DE BOULLIER “Go ahead, Fernando. This time, you don't have to worry, your car is no longer hampered by its oats. It will run freely, refusing to break down, because we now know all the secrets of its mechanics.” DON FERNANDO (stopping after two laps) “No, no, no! I can't accept that! I've barely done one lap and I've already stopped!” ROLAND DE BOULLIER “It's nothing, great champion. We've just discovered a small fault that we missed. “

DON FERNANDO (resumes, but stops after three laps) “Ha! You promised me, you bunch of killjoys, that I could shine with my Huedada! What have I done to deserve this punishment? Have I offended or betrayed a god? ” MONSEIGNEUR RON DELÉ “Who are you, my son, to insult the generous stable that took you in after you left your former home, an orphan of the wheel, and abandoned us?” DON FERNANDO “Ah, my dear Ron Delé! I smile at everyone, I keep up appearances and I make you happy, but I've come to think that leaving the team isn't a bad decision if you want to win Grand Prix races.” (glancing at the journalists) “Indeed, gentlemen, what a beautiful day! Come closer, I have a secret to tell you. We didn't expect such success after only two or three days of remarkable testing.” MONSEIGNEUR RON DELÉ (to the journalists) “We are convinced that we will triumph in the spring and offer the public a resounding success. (in a low voice, to Don Fernando) “Fernando, I must confess that I have lost all hope. We will spend the year in holy purgatory.” DON FERNANDO (aloud) “I pity you, Ron Delé! All your caresses will be useless against Merci l'Abbesse.”