olympian big player

Chapter 431 430 - Qualifying

(The information on the Isle of Man TT is too small, coupled with raw meat on the Internet, and personal mistakes in writing, try to make the rules of the game look relatively reasonable, so the masters who really understand the Isle of Man TT should not be serious)
(The main reason is that this driver can participate in several groups of competitions at the same time, which makes the younger brother who has only seen F1 a little confused, so the details of the rules of the Isle of Man TT are integrated with F1.)

(mainly practice, qualifying and race)

This is an abandoned factory, and there is a wide asphalt road in the middle, and quite a lot of people have gathered around it, and these people are organizing a [-]-meter sprint race here.

"Do you want to go play?" Bu Zelu said cheerfully.

"Me? Forget it, I just like to watch other people play, why don't you take me to play?" Viniya looked at this scene very excitedly.

"You think I'll be retired!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes. It's from Fifa here. The abandoned factory itself is a personal property. If the police come over, the gang will disperse.

But during this period of time, even the patrolmen on the island defaulted to this place being semi-open. If it was closed, wouldn't it be more dangerous for these knights to go to the residential area to play.

Ordinary people can play, but Bu Zelu can't play. If he is discovered, someone with nothing to do will report him to the game, and he will be disqualified from participating in the game.

Not only the stadium here, but even the racing cars belong to FIFA.

Viniya also reacted when she heard it, and stuck out her tongue, "Forget it!"

"If you want to play, I'll bring you over in the evening?" Bu Zelu whispered in Viniya's ear.

"Forget it, why don't you bring me to play after this competition is over?" Viniya blinked and said beside Bu Zelu's ear.

"OK, no problem! Then I will secretly take you to experience the Isle of Man track!" Bu Zelu said and winked at Viniya.

"Yeah!" Viniya nodded happily, "It's done, don't lie to me, you must do what you promised me!"

"When did I ever lie to you?" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes.

"You want me to ask you where you were last night?" Viniya winked at Bu Zelu.

Suddenly there was cheers at the scene, Bu Zelu also looked over curiously, it turned out to be a real big star in the motorcycle industry.

Listening to some riding friends around, Bu Zelu can be considered to understand.

"Rosie, do you know him?" Viniya asked curiously.

"I met on TV!" Bu Zelu said angrily.

"(ˉ▽￣～)Cut~~" Viniya pursed her lips, "I even asked you to ask for an autograph for me!"

"So your idol is Rossi, why don't I go over and ask, I'm also a star!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes.

"I still like Schumacher, idiot!" Viniya looked at Bu Zelu with a look of disdain, this bastard obviously didn't get her point.

"F1, compared to motorcycles, I actually prefer to drive on four wheels!" Bu Zelu said proudly.

"Idiot, just play your tennis well!" Viniya angrily twisted Bu Zelu's arm.

Although this is a gathering place for motorcycles, there are also vendors mixed in, and Bu Zelu took Viniya around and turned around.

From time to time, someone recognized Bu Zelu, but seeing him and Viniya walking there, at most they just said hello, and they would not come to disturb the two of them.

After watching the speed race for a while, Bu Zelu and Viniya returned on their motorcycles. He still has a practice race to run today.

If he didn't run this practice session, he couldn't run the qualifying session.

After noon, Bu Zelu became completely busy. Without the leisure time in the morning, today he not only has to practice super-modified motorcycles, but also needs to test a four-cylinder 1000CC motorcycle.

Both of these cars are eligible for the three competitions, depending on whether Bu Zelu wants to run a 3-cylinder or a 2-cylinder.

With the opening of the track, Bu Zelu carried out the last equipment and vehicle inspection, and after the equipment in the system was replaced, he rode on the motorcycle and started to start the flying circle.

Because the flying lap starts from the pit lane, it is not actually at full speed, and the timing of this lap does not count in the paddock.

The calculation starts from the second lap of the flying circle, that is, the timing starts when Bu Zelu passes the finish line again, and it is not considered a real lap until Bu Zelu returns to the starting point.

Today's window is not bad, Bu Zelu is not the first to run, and after leaving the maintenance area, he has to grind the tires to let the tires reach the target temperature, so as to have better grip.

At the same time, we also need to see how the track environment is today.

As the flying circle passed halfway, Bu Zelu began to speed up. He had to find the rhythm before crossing the finish line and complete the first timing lap.

Crossing the line and starting the timing, Bu Zelu had no distracting thoughts at this time, nothing in his mind, only the not very wide traffic lane in front of him.

When to shift gears to slow down, when to bend, when to upshift to accelerate, at this time, run the road in front of you as instinctively.

Cha Ruoyu would be nervously hiding in Viniya's arms, her hands clenched tightly into fists, although the speed of watching it on live TV was very slow.

But she was there and knew exactly what it was like when a motorcycle flew past her.

He couldn't even blink, and even if he widened his eyes, he could only see the phantom of a motorcycle running past.

Viniya also hugged Cha Ruoyu nervously, and could even feel the rapid heartbeat caused by the nervousness of the two of them. This is not watching other people's games.

In other words, they are not watching the game at all, but are just worried about Bu Zelu, hoping that he will come back safely, without making any mistakes, and even a small stone will turn into a motorcycle at this speed. Human tragedy.

Zaina was sitting there alone, holding the helmet in her arms with both hands, watching the live broadcast expressionlessly, but her hands were too hard, her fingertips turned white.

This is the case in the Isle of Man game. The knights are pursuing the highest honor, but their families are looking forward to their safe return.

Champions, what champions, they just want their husbands, sons, fathers, back home.

In order to run the knights of the Isle of Man TT, how many wives were separated, because their families couldn't stand the mood of facing death at any time.

Even in the next moment, the next second, this kind of torment is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

On a small farm outside the Isle of Man race track, Bu Zelu's family didn't turn on the TV at all, but were bored inside and outside the small villa, not knowing what they were busy with.

Lao Dou was sitting at the door looking at the sea in the distance in a daze, and my mother was cleaning this and that in the kitchen, as if there was always something to do.

The old lady sat on the carpet plumply, staring blankly at the two carefree sons who were playing with toys.

Yu Wanjin squatted on the stairwell outside the villa, smoking one cigarette after another. If it was normal, the old lady would have grabbed her hair and started arguing.

As the speed got faster and faster, Bu Zelu didn't even know the number on the mileage meter at this time, and a piece of black tape was pasted on it before the start.

One lap, two laps, three laps, four laps, Bu Zelu had to start slowing down on the fifth lap, his window was gone, and he met several motorcycles speeding ahead, he had to control the speed. It's not a competition, it's just a practice match.

There is no need to overtake, he needs to run his own rhythm.

At this time, Bu Zelu pressed a button on the car, indicating that he can now talk to the engineer.

In such a state of rapidity, although he was wearing earphones, the engineers in the maintenance area would not talk to him and kept the radio silent.

"BOX, BOX!" After the familiar voice came from the headset, Bu Zelu drove into the entrance of the maintenance area under conscious gear shifting and deceleration.

"Huh..." Bu Zelu took off his helmet and let out a long breath, wiping off the profuse sweat on his head due to the soaring adrenal glands.

The engineer quickly helped Bu Zelu get off the motorcycle.

Sitting on the chair at the door of the pit room, with his back against the cold wall, it took a long time for Bu Zelu to rub his face and regain his strength.

It was too exciting just now, so exciting that he didn't know what to say for a while, and he needed to slow down.

"How?" Zaina asked after seeing Bu Zelu's reaction.

"Okay, don't take pictures, is there any radiation!" Bu Zelu knocked out the small flashlight in Zaina's hand, and shined on his face for a long time, "What if I am nearsighted!"

"Don't move, let me check your heart rate!" Zaina took out the medical equipment and began to perform a simple check on Bu Zelu.

"How much?" Bu Zelu turned his head and asked the staff of the team.

"The fastest record is 3:12 seconds, and the average is 3:28!" The team personnel knew exactly what Bu Zelu wanted to ask.

"Hiss, it's still slow!" Bu Zelu frowned. He still didn't let go of running this time. After all, he was not in an illusion, and he could run around without any psychological burden.

"No, we are now ranked fifth in the practice round! We have already run into 5 minutes!" Jiro Watanabe said excitedly.

"19 minutes?" Bu Zelu nodded, then looked at the monitor on the wall, which had more detailed data.

"Damn, Dunlop is so crazy? 18low?" Bu Zelu looked at the No.1 result in surprise.

Dunlop, King of the Isle of Man TT!

The three generations of father and son are all Isle of Man TT champions. The promotional videos of the Isle of Man TT are all shot by Dunlop. Mike Dunlop of this generation alone has won 11 championships.

It's just terrifying!
而所谓的18low就是一般围场内的术语，简单的理解就是四舍五入，18.5-18.9就是18high，18.4-18.1就是18low。

18low is equivalent to Dunlop running every lap within 3 minutes.

'My best result...' Bu Zelu shook his head. The lap speed in the space cannot be counted. After all, you can run as fast as you can in the space without any scruples, squeezing both the car and the people to the limit.

When he was running today, his heart was occasionally shaken for a moment, and he subconsciously took a little oil at a corner where something happened.

He is also afraid of overturning the car. If the car overturns at this average speed of 200km/vehicle, Nadal will directly win the French Open championship by default.

"Let's try the next car. This car has been tuned perfectly, so there's no need to tune it anymore!" Bu Zelu drank some drinks and prepared to try another four-cylinder 1000cc six-eyed demon as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)