Off junction 11 of the M40 motorway, there is a familiar landscape. Out-of-town retail stores and drive-through franchises for hungry motorists. Roundabouts, industrial estates and warehouses.
But on one corner of Banbury's sprawl is a small unit where the stripped-back monocoques of two Formula 1 cars sit still.
After a season spent tearing up race tracks across the globe, each chassis, perched on its own stand, is silent. Their secrets can now be revealed, for both machines are redundant, never to be competitively raced again. The edges of the cockpits are slightly worn; oil and rubber still detectable around the suspension arms.