Boom and bust: that was Ferrari's way. From the peaks, the view was breathtaking. Ascari, Fangio, Hawthorn, Hill, Surtees, Lauda, Scheckter... these were the blessed members of Formula 1's most exclusive club, all having filled their lungs with the heady, rarefied air as Ferrari world champions.
Yet, almost to a man, the oxygen turned sour on the inevitable plummeting descent. Backstabbing turmoil, bitter disappointment and, yes, even death seemed to follow the apparent anointment of Italian immortality. This was the nature of life at Maranello, and it only made the Scuderia all the more alluring.
But there was something different about Jean Todt and Michael Schumacher's version of Ferrari. This team won... and then kept on winning, for years. The team they forged, in harness with the clinical brilliance of Ross Brawn and Rory Byrne, was a Ferrari the like of which we'd never seen. And probably never will again.