All Right You Sons 'a Bitches, Let's Have a Race
The world of motorsport is a devious and duplicitous place, and that's the way I like it. Unlike any other sport the rule book is not so much a sacred text to be obeyed (in the world of cricket they don't even have rules... they have laws) it's more a text to be studied minutely looking for the tiny pure crack of daylight so the true geniuses can insert the stiletto of a finely honed engineering mind and exert some pressure.
Examples are numerous. In 1995 Toyota's rally cars ran an illegal turbocharger which when removed from the car passed scrutineering but as they were fitted to the car a delicate and beautiful mechanical linkage opened up the inlet tract by 5mm. At the time Max Mosely said "It is the most sophisticated and ingenious device either I or the FIA's technical experts have seen for a long-time. It was so well made that there was no gap apparent to suggest there was any means of opening it." Other examples are more brutish - the TT rider punching in his petrol tank on the final lap to disguise the extra capacity... but a win's a win right?
Even at the most heinous, and the Toyota example is about as stone cold as it gets I find it hard to utterly condemn them, hell I admire the bastards, and in the world of sideways thinking there was a man who stood head and shoulders above the rest, NASCAR mechanic Smokey Yunick.
Probably the most famous story was of the fuel cell being taken off for thorough testing - Yunick had already circumvented the gas capacity ruling previously by having an inflated basketball inside the gas tank when it was tested, he simply deflated the ball afterwards for a little extra room. So the scrutineers were paying close attention to the capacity. On finishing the inspection although the fuel cell was fine the officials told him 10 other infractions. Smokey, figuring they weren't going to let him race the car reportedly threw the disconnected fuel cell into the back seat and climbed into the car. He then said, "Make it 11" fired the Chevy up and drove back to his shop with the fuel cell disconnected. There may have been strict rules about the fuel cell, but none about the fuel pipe coming from it. Smokey's was 2 inch diameter and 11 feet long - it held an extra 5 gallons.