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Chapter 322 321 - The third race day of Dakar

The reputation of Bu Zelu Retrograde spread throughout the base camp that night. After all, these drivers are very concerned about the media. After all, with attention, there will be more sponsors.

The most famous ones are cross-border celebrities like Bu Zelu, who can get hundreds or even tens of millions of sponsorships by running over to show off casually, and then retire after running for two days.

These professional racing drivers look down on people like Bu Zelu the most.

Well, the summary is that I feel unbalanced.

At the end of the day's competition, the results were very unsatisfactory, or bad, which made Bu Zelu not in a good mood, so he had to vent when he was in a bad mood.

The new week is here, and the systematic weekly exercise reappeared unshakably. It was not canceled because of the new year, nor was it suspended because Bu Zelu was running a rally.

After consuming all the extra energy, Bu Zelu quickly slept in the RV. Although he couldn't sleep in, it was better than sleeping in a tent.

Daniel was complaining during dinner. Last night, some bastard was repairing the engine. It roared all night, and he didn't sleep much because of the torment.

So Bu Zelu chose to sleep in the RV, at least in terms of sound insulation.

Moreover, Bu Zelu didn't dare to enter the space of Arhat in Sleep. It would be crazy to run there for hundreds of hours. When the virtual space of Arhat in Sleep reached the cooldown CD, he would directly switch back to tennis.

Anyway, playing tennis is still a bit of fun, running circles in it is simply a kind of mental torture.

Leaving from Victoria, Bu Zelu's journey will start again. Today, I will rush to the next city, Corvador. Fortunately, today's driving distance is not as intense as yesterday.

According to the news announced by the organizers, they will run about 440 kilometers today.

So early in the morning, Bu Zelu was forced to get out of the warm caravan, and stood in the base camp listening to the gradually roaring sound.

On the 440-kilometer driving section, Bu Zelu didn't drive very easily today, but they were in a particularly good mood, mainly because they finally entered a cool section.

Unlike the past two days, it was surrounded by endless open space, or there were weed hills in the distance, and there was no tree around.

But today is different. Both sides of the road are dense forests. This kind of scenery makes people feel cool. With the biological clock installed, it is winter in January.

But who told them to be in the southern hemisphere? This will be the hottest summer.

It’s safe to ride a bicycle in the riding clothes, but it’s hot, I have to, halfway through the run, Bu Zelu tore off the clothes and slumped on the waist, but it’s still hot enough, the main reason is this Helmets are all inclusive.

Open the front windshield goggles, the dust and gravel on the road is even more uncomfortable, so just endure it.

After eating a simple meal at the camp at around 6 a.m., Bu Zelu arrived at the new base camp outside Corvado before lunch.

Repairing motorcycles is already a daily routine. Fortunately, Bu Zelu did not do this kind of work by himself. He will really admire those motorcycle riders in the 'no logistics' group.

You have to rely on yourself to eat, drink, and sleep, not to mention things like car repairs. These people have to carry repair tools on the motorcycle with them.

This is the second stage. Although Bu Zelu is temporarily ranked last, after arriving at the camp, the time trial will be arranged according to the order of registration.

Today's time trial stage is still a separate stage for the motorcycle group and the car group. The motorcycle group will run a full 300 kilometers today, while the car group and truck group will run 324 kilometers.

Of course, this mileage is an official reference data. In fact, which race will only run more and not less.

Breakfast is provided by the base camp. This is the driver’s breakfast, a few sandwiches, a salad, and a bottle of fruit juice. By this time, Bu Zelu’s chest is already hungry and his back is on his back. He hurried to his car to eat quickly. eat.

Viniya and the others bought some vegetables and food when they passed through the city of Cordoba, otherwise Bu Zelu could only hang out with the cafeteria of the base camp.

"You can't run the wrong way in the afternoon race. If you can't do it, just follow other people's ruts!" Zaina looked at Bu Zelu gobbling up there, and sat on the side talking sarcastic words.

"Zaina, I think you are getting skinny now!" Bu Zelu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zaina with a half-smile.

"Hmph, if you have the ability to fight, you dare to beat me, my parents have never beaten me!" Zaina said, pouting her pouty mouth that can hang a sesame oil bottle.

"Hmph, do you understand that when you get married, you will obey your husband? When you come to my place, you will be under my control. If you don't obey me, you will be beaten." Bu Zelu said proudly.

"Humph, you are still married and obey your husband. You are a tool. My sister is just feeling uncomfortable and wants you to get an injection. You, what are you doing? I'm warning you, you have a competition in the afternoon, don't mess around!" Zaina After saying that, he got up in a panic and hid until Venya stretched out his hand and revealed his little head to watch secretly.

"Why, I just took a napkin, or Xiaocha is good, a fragrant one!" Bu Zelu said happily.

"Oh...don't do it, my mouth is full of oil!"

After lunch, Bu Zelu stopped messing around with a few women. Today he queued up in the middle and front part, so he had to go there early to take a look around and digest his food.

There are a lot of people waiting in the departure area. Even if you leave a car in one minute, there will be more than 1 people waiting in line.

Some people ride in a daze on the motorcycle, and some people just sit on the ground near the waiting area to rest. There are staff from the organizing committee here, and they will call for notification when they are approaching.

Bu Zelu, a "rookie" star in Dakar, was seen by many people, and only a few people said hello to Bu Zelu.

But this group of people are as proud as peacocks, Bu Zelu can't figure it out, even if he is not a celebrity, he is a rich man, how come he hasn't seen a dog licking, he doesn't believe that these people are all vegetarian .

Well, Bu Zelu didn't have much interest in this group of people. In his eyes, there were only a few types of people, the beautiful ones, the good-looking ones, and others.

Even Daniel, the money-grubbing bastard, was classified as someone else by Bu Zelu.

Therefore, Bu Zelu didn't bother to talk to this group of people. Although there were girls participating in the Dakar, but... in Bu Zelu's eyes, he really didn't find any good-looking ones.

After waiting for less than 30 minutes, Bu Zelu got the notification, and took a big step forward on his motorcycle, leaving from the starting area to the starting area of ​​the first timing point about 100 meters ahead.

The place where Bu Zelu and the others stayed just now was an ordinary mixed waiting area, as long as the Dakar-related staff could go there, it was also a large-scale media shooting and interview area.

Coming to the real starting area again, Bu Zelu hit the accelerator and rushed out as the staff next to him waved.

He was slower than all the drivers in yesterday's race. Today, he wants to race against time. Each special stage has a standard time. The fastest finish within this standard time is the first, and the one who is slower than this time is like Walking shoes.

It took more than 1 hour.

When it comes to the last stage of the race, the driver with the shortest time will naturally become the champion. Not only must he race against the standard time, but he must also race against the fastest driver.

Although it was more than an hour late, Bu Zelu still had the confidence to catch up. Anything can happen in Dakar.

Getting lost and crashing are commonplace, but Bu Zelu is the last one. It is a bit unreasonable. The most ranked drivers above him are about half an hour behind.

'Gah, what a broken stage today! ' Bu Zelu just walked about 500 meters and found out that today's butt is not going to touch the seat.

Bump, bounce, bump, bounce, endless loop.

I heard that the scenery today is good. They are going to run the forest track. There are dense forests on both sides. Compared with the previous few days, it is really cool.

But what the hell is this stage, endless bumps, jumps and blind turns will appear in the road book.

In the distance, the sudden appearance of people gave Bu Zelu some hope. He thought he had lost his way again before, and confirmed the virtual beacon of 'flicking fingers' several times.

'Gan! '

Bu Zelu finally understood why there were so many spectators at the first timing point. There was a 25° earth slope in front of it, and it was completely invisible behind the earth slope, but it was a rare sight from the overall road.

That is to say...

The roar of the engine, the curling white smoke from the exhaust pipe, as Bu Zelu leaped high, he finally saw the road ahead.

Leap, spin, I close my eyes!
Well, there was no spin. He was not here to show off his acrobatics. Anyone who dared to do an aerial flip on such an unknown slope was simply looking for death.

Accompanied by the screams of the surrounding audience, Bize's shoes landed steadily. Although the first half of the slope has a certain angle, it is a flat road after the leap, not a big downhill.

This should be good news.

"Well, just now it seems..." Bu Zelu unscrewed the accelerator and looked back.

Coincidentally, a car suddenly appeared behind him, just so suddenly.

That is to say...

'Dude just flew over this guy's head, luckily I jumped high! ' Bu Zelu can't take care of the small talk, because there are ups and downs ahead.

It seemed that the organizers had to turn their motorcycle riders into acrobats.

Continuous bouncing and leaping, there are still very few people as stupid as Bu Zelu, and this group of people directly slowed down to pass through this wave of gravel and gentle slope.

It's like walking on Zezhe, the accelerator is screwed to death, and whoever looses it will be the grandson.

Grabbing time, my friend, I still owe the organizer more than an hour.

Regardless of the helicopter flying over again, Bu Zelu has no time to take care of it. Although there are road signs, but when the road conditions are so scumbag than him, a rock may cause him to overturn. It just smashed the car into pieces.

(End of this chapter)