章 152: CHP 170 - Master the limit of racing
The two cars, parked at the starting line of the racetrack, roared almost at the same time, their tires were spinning on the ground, belching smoke, and adding heat for maximum grip.
A young girl in a sexy suit, holding a LED sign that has countdown to three, stood in the middle of the two cars.
The number on the display board began to jump and changed into two. Every time it changed, people who were watching the battle felt a little nervous.
Nick glanced aside with a contemptuous look, and then fixed his eyes on the front.
When the number changed from one to zero, the two cars rushed out almost at the same time. After two seconds, GTR started its performance and widen the distance with the Mercedes-Benz. The performance gap between the two cars was clearly shown on the straight line.
The GTR completely outclassed the red Mercedes-Benz.
"Master Ning won. We don't have to watch until the end at all. Not to mention the technique, just comparing the cars is enough."
"Indeed."
Soon, Nick was 50 meters ahead of Henry in a straight line. On the track that was only 21 kilometers, 50 meters was a lot. Moreover, this was just the starting point. The continuous curves behind would widen the gap, especially for the modified racing car so its performance would be better.
When it came to the first bend, Nick drifted through it with an extremely beautiful bend.
Even professional racing drivers could not find any flaws in it just because Nick was too familiar with the track.
As for Henry, he did not use the drift technique when he passed the bend. He drove in one direction as usual so that the car could drive into the bend normally.
One was a beautiful drift over the bend, and the other was a normal drive across the bend, it could be distinguished which was better right away!
"Hey, I thought that this man of the Lin family would surprise us. In the end, it turns out to be only his courage to accept master Ning's challenge."
"He can't even make a simple drift. What's the point of competing?"
Beside Sylvia, Yan also sighed and said, "Sylvia, it seems that your husband is going to lose this time, but it's normal. Your husband does not have any contact with this activity. Nick is a master in it."
Carl stood next to his wife and looked at the red Mercedes-Benz on the field. He was silent, but in his eyes, there was a strange brilliance.
Han also stared at the Mercedes-Benz on the field and said in a low voice, "No, look, Sylvia's husband is not slower than Nick. On the contrary, he is a little faster!"
Han was not the only one who had discovered this matter. There was also such a voice in the rest of the people.
"The distance between the two cars was at least 50 meters, but now it has been shortened to 45 meters. And with each bend, the distance between the two cars will decrease a lot."
"How is this possible? He does not have any drifting skills at all. How can he catch up with Master Ning?"
A young man who was standing not far from Sylvia and others said in surprise.
"There is a very simple reason." Carl, who had not spoken a word, tidied up his collar and lowered his voice. "The so-called drift is nothing more than a big skill. Why would the car drift? To be honest, it was because the rear seat of the car was out of control, which caused the drift. When the car was out of control, how fast could it be? The GTR has been customized and the maximum speed reach is 1.2G, but Nick crossed the bend by drifting, now it only reached 0.5G. Henry was different. He completely exerted the distance of the Mercedes-Benz to the extreme, reaching nearly 1G!"
Carl's words attracted a lot of people's attention.
Many people knew that Carl was also a matrilocal live-in son-in-law, but no one had expected that he knew racing so well and could see inside the problem. Was he also an expert?
Carl stared at the track deeply.
"Pa"
Yan slapped Carl on the back of his head and said, "Speak nicely, do not act like an expert!"
Carl smiled and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes."
This sudden change of scene made it difficult for the people around them to accept, but they could hear Carl's words clearly. Could it be that the plain bend was faster than drifting?
At this point, the two cars on the track have reached a continuous curve, a total of nine, after that, they will usher in four rings. The finish line was in the centre of the circle. But in general, the nine straight curves is the decisive place. If you weren't in a lead there, there was no hope for you.
Nick drove into a series of curves and drifted through difficult turns, each one of which floats beautifully, like an artistic performance, but Henry who did not even make any drifts at all was getting closer and closer.
At this time, on the highest floor of the club's leisure room, a middle-aged man stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the two cars on the track. "Impressive, a man can drive an ordinary Mercedes-Benz to this extent. It's really impressive! I didn't expect that you have such a master here."
"Master, what do you mean?" A young man stood behind the middle-aged man with a puzzled look on his face.
This young man was the owner of this club, Jacob of the Lou family was rarely heard of in Ning Province, but in the whole northwest, it was a relatively powerful family.
Jacob loved outdoor activities. In almost every province in the northwest, he had a private club of this kind, which was not for profit but for socialization.
The middle-aged man in front of him was his racing master. He had won the first prize of many countries and was highly skilled.
They have watched together car games, such as equations, endurance games, etc. for many times, but Jacob had never seen his master praise a person like this.
The middle-aged man pointed to the track and said, "I remember that I told you at that time, there was a limit in each car. This limit is the most difficult to control. If you go beyond this limit, it will make the car out of control. If you cannot reach this limit, it proves that you still have a long way to go in racing."
Jacob nodded. He remembered his master's words, and now he was also working toward the direction of controlling the vehicle's limit, but only after trying it, he understood how difficult it was to control.
The middle-aged man continued to say, "It is very difficult for a person to master the limit of racing through precision and adjustment, let alone a large scale civilian car. No civilian car can make the data as accurate as of the racing car. But the data is not always exactly as it is stated in configurations."
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