Chi Hongying, who was next to Lu Hailan, also sighed: "Hai Lan, it looks like your brother is going to lose, but this is normal. He usually won't be exposed to these things, even if he loses
There’s no shame in competing.”
Sha Yi stood next to Chi Hongying, looking at the silver-white Mercedes-Benz GT on the field. He was speechless, but his eyes were shining with a strange light.
"No, look, Brother Hailan's cornering speed is not slower than Dong Junneng's. It seems to be a little faster."
Sha Yi's eyes were solemn and he spoke in a low voice.
It was not only Sha Yi who discovered this situation, but also the others.
"Originally, the gap between the two cars was more than 50 meters, but now it has gradually shortened to 45 meters. Moreover, with every corner, the distance will get closer."
"How is this possible? He didn't use any skills at all. How could he catch up with Mr. Dong!"
A young man standing not far from Lu Hailan shouted in surprise.
"The reason is very simple." Sha Yiqing cleared his throat and said seriously: "The so-called drift is just a large-scale show off technique. Why does the vehicle drift?"
"To put it more directly, the rear wheels of the car are out of control, and the car is out of control. How can it be faster? Dong Jun can use cornering skills. The car itself has been modified. When cornering, the lateral acceleration can reach
One point two g. Now I have only played up to 0.5 g.”
"But Ye Shitian is different. He completely brought out the lateral acceleration of the Mercedes-Benz GT, reaching the limit of the car, almost a G!"
Sha Yi's words immediately attracted the attention of most people. Many people knew that Sha Yi was just Chi Hongying's son-in-law, but no one thought that he knew so much about racing that he could tell at a glance.
Something happened.
Could it be that this person is also a master?
Sha Yi looked at the track with deep eyes.
"Snapped!"
Chi Hongying slapped Sha Yi on the back of the head: "Speak nicely, why are you pretending?"
Sha Yi smiled, nodded, and said, "Okay, okay."
This sudden change made it unbearable for those standing nearby.
But they heard Sha Yi's words very clearly. Could it be that that seemingly ordinary turn is really faster than drifting?
At this time, the two cars on the track have turned continuously. There are nine turns in total. After these turns, there will be four loops. The center of the loop is the end point.
Those nine consecutive turns are the key to victory. If you can't lead here, there will be no hope at all in the last four circles.
Dong Jun can drive, drive into corners, and perform difficult drifts. Every drift is done perfectly.
It was like a performance, but at the same time, the distance was also being pulled closer and closer by Ye Shitian. Even in this continuous bend, Ye Shitian did not make any drifting movements.
At this time, on the top floor of the club lounge, a middle-aged man stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the two cars on the track, and said: "Not bad, a Mercedes-Benz GT drives so smoothly.
He is really a master, I never thought that you have such talent here."
"Master, what do you say?" A young man, standing behind the middle-aged man, asked doubtfully.
This young man is none other than the owner of this club, Xiao Pengyun.
Few people in Zhonghai know about the Xiao family, but if you look at the entire Kyoto, they are quite powerful families.
Xiao Pengyun himself loves outdoor sports very much. In almost every province, he has specially set up such private clubs, not for profit, but to make friends.
The middle-aged man in front of Xiao Pengyun is his racing master. He has won the first prize in the country and has first-class skills.
Xiao Pengyun followed his master and saw many racing competitions, formula races, rallies, etc., but he had never seen his master praise others so much.
The middle-aged man pointed at the track and said: "I remember that I told you at the beginning that every car has its limit. This limit is the most difficult to master. If it exceeds this limit, it will cause trouble.
The vehicle was out of control."
"However, if this limit cannot be reached, it proves that there is a long way to go in terms of racing."
Xiao Pengyun nodded, he knew this sentence, and at this time, he was also making progress in which direction, but only by doing it would he know how difficult it is to master this limit.
The middle-aged man continued: "It is extremely difficult for a person to master the limits of a accurately adjusted racing car, let alone a mass-produced family car. No civilian car can control the data.
It has to be as precise as a racing car, and the data is not exactly what the parameters indicate."
Although the middle-aged man only spoke a few words, Xiao Pengyun, the most racing driver, was like an enlightenment.
A specially modified racing car has the most precise parameters.
For example, the engine power, maximum horsepower, streamline wind resistance, tire grip, etc.
Before taking the field, these cars will be debugged to achieve the best condition. Even then, it is difficult for the racers to grasp the limits of their cars.
For civilian cars, first of all, there are slight differences between the factory parameters. When using the car in daily life, the wear and tear of the body and various parts of the car are inevitable, which will affect the performance of the car. Even so, you can master the body
limit.
I have to say, this is really incredible!
The middle-aged man sighed, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling window, and said: "No need to look, the results have already come out, GTR will definitely lose, he will only show off his skills, and the tires will burst before he reaches the finish line."
While Xiao Pengyun was chatting with the middle-aged man, the two cars on the track had already driven through nine consecutive turns. The Mercedes-Benz GT, which was originally more than fifty meters away from the GTR on the straight line, was now closely following.
later.
Ye Shitian stepped on the accelerator, glanced at the GTR's tires slightly, and said lightly: "The tires are seriously worn, the grip is plummeting, and it won't work if you accelerate straight up."
Ye Shitian leaned on the seat, put one hand by the window, and grabbed the steering wheel with the other. With this look, he was not competing, but as comfortable as being on an outing.
Seeing that Ye Shitian was about to catch up, Dong Junneng stepped on the accelerator, trying to get rid of Ye Shitian in the last four laps.
For the performance of these two cars, this small turn is no different from a straight line. However, Dong Junneng found that he could not get rid of this Mercedes-Benz GT. Originally, the speed had reached 200, but the speed was always