olympian big player

Chapter 444 443 - Isle of Man TT-3
Except for the traffic lane in front of him, everything on both sides of him was blurry.

The traffic lane is actually every motorcyclist's nightmare. This is a paved civil road. Once the paint on the lane in the middle is pressed, it is very easy to slip.

Rushed through the woods and came to the wild, Bu Zelu couldn't hear the sound of the propeller of the helicopter 200 meters away from him at all.

It is necessary for the organizer to follow Bu Zelu. These drivers are already familiar in the racing circle, but a newcomer like Bu Zelu, or a newcomer who crosses the border, has an absolute influence on the promotion of the Isle of Man TT.

'Fuck, there is a car ahead so soon! Bu Zelu suddenly noticed a black shadow in front of him, but he could see it clearly soon.

The speed of the two is about the same, so it is natural to see that he is in trouble now, and he needs to overtake.The opponent is too slow and will suppress his speed.

But the speed of the two cars is very fast, but compared to Bu Zelu, the other is slower. In fact, both of them will keep at about 260km.

'MD, get out of the way for me! 'Bu Zelu grabs an outside line, then downshifts slowly, and directly fights for a cornering speed.

In particular, the next corner was still biased towards him, and it turned directly into an inner corner after exiting the corner.

Smooth overtaking!

For Bu Zelu, this is completely a normal operation, but other people watching the live broadcast broke out in a cold sweat.

The speed dropped from 275km/h to 220km/h, with a continuous speed increase of 260km on the outside, inside, overtaking, this is a motorcycle.

It's not a car, any mistake will go straight off the track and hit the curb, and then fly straight out.

And this kind of speed cornering and overtaking makes people nervous and excited at the same time.

Bu Zelu, who was overtaking the car, quickly drove away. At this time, the audience realized that why Bu Zelu was so confident was not that his opponent was not strong, but that he was too fast.

"Here we come!" Ling Junjie shouted nervously.

With a flash of divine effort, Bu Zelu's figure appeared at the end of the road again, rushing towards them quickly.

This is an ups and downs road section. Bu Zelu has already observed a motorcycle in front of him, and he screwed up the accelerator without the slightest hesitation, and has no intention of stopping the gas at all.

Jumping up, the entire motorcycle vacated directly, but this is not a cross-country motorcycle, it is only caused by going uphill and then turning downhill.

But this is not the key point, the key point is that Bu Zelu needs to meet a left bend while rushing over.

'These groundhogs are here? The momentary stagnation in the air gave Bu Zelu the chance to see the audience on the side of the road.

Nadal was stunned. The front wheel of the Buze shoe was lifted up when he landed in the air, and he kept moving with only the rear wheel.

Then, meowing in front of his eyes, the single-wheeled high-speed cornering rushed over.

With the two wheels on the ground, Bu Zelu had already surpassed at this time, and rushed up again.

"Fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" Ling Junjie didn't know how to express it in words, what he was talking about was overtaking on a single wheel after vacating at high speed.

Following the tracking of the director's screen, everyone saw such a crazy scene, Bu Zelu went crazy, no one dared to do this in this corner!

I don't know how many people fell in this bend, but Bu Zelu didn't slow down after going uphill, took off directly, landed on one wheel, and then forced the bend to overtake.

What a lot of control that is, especially for those professional racers who watch the race and know at this point how troublesome that corner is.

At such a speed, not only must the balance of the motorcycle be controlled when it lands, it is still a single wheel, and it will start to bend within half a second, and someone else will fly out with the car directly.

The street with the bang was gradually calmed down, and a group of people like Ling Junjie would stare at the red figure who disappeared into the distance with wide-eyed eyes.

'One more lap to refuel! Bu Zelu knew that he had already run two laps, so he squeezed the gasoline in the mailbox even more at this time.

Under the weight reduction, his car is one kilogram lighter than others, and for him it is 0.7 seconds faster.

Every lap is nearly 1 second faster than others, which is a despairing distance in the racing world.

In a race like F1, if the distance is not shortened within 1 second, then DRS cannot be used, and F1 is actually faster than motorcycles.

In less than 3 minutes, Ling Junjie and his group looked at Bu Zelu who was coming again. This time he was not blocked by the car in front, at least not very close to him.

This time Bu Zexi still used the extreme running method, without slowing down. As the motorcycle vacated, this time there was no need to bend the extreme single wheel. After all, there were no other cars, and he had a lane that could be used.

'Fuck! '

As the motorcycle swayed wildly, Bu Zelu knew that he landed on the paint line, and the rear wheel slipped.

The whole motorcycle began to swing wildly. Bu Zelu didn't dare to hold on to the direction and force it to straighten. The whole person lay on the car and raised one leg, like a dog peeing, and then came to restore the balance of the motorcycle.

"Boom~"

As the motorcycle rushed out again, the hearts of Ling Junjie and the others still hadn't calmed down, they were about to collide just now.

But Bu Zelu's less than two-second rescue action brought the motorcycle back to its normal state. The two laps happened at the same corner, which attracted the attention of the audience including Ling Junjie.

Such a one-wheel cornering and overtaking first, this lap is another death swing, and any mistake will be bid farewell to the world.

The shaking just now slowed Bu Zelu down a bit, and he had to make up for it at other bends, and there were two high-speed straights ahead, as well as a high-speed road with continuous false bends.

pit stop!

Bu Zelu looked at the crew members rushing over, and hurriedly tore off a layer of anti-glare stickers on the helmet goggles.

'weight loss'

After the crew pushed Bu Zelu's motorcycle tail to help him start again, it was a bit troublesome to rush out of the maintenance area.

Several cars were piling up ahead.

Unexpectedly, everyone pitted on the third lap. After all, there were only six laps in total, and everyone was squeezing fuel.

Hit the gas pedal of his motorcycle, and it will cost tens of dollars. It is more wasteful than those supercars.

He can only run 45 kilometers with this tank of fuel in a rapid state. Of course, this is a theoretical value, so there is no way to run a full tank of fuel for the entire 60-kilometer race.

But at this time he was suppressed, mainly because there were several more motorcycles ahead, but everyone ran very fast.

After crossing the corner where Ling Junjie and the others were at again, and within 30 seconds of going forward, Bu Zelu could finally be deployed. This was a long straight, and everyone hit the gas pedal.

When the horsepower is about the same, whoever's car is lighter will be faster. Coupled with his control over the motorcycle, it is no exaggeration to say that Bu Zelu's physique is absolutely invincible.

He overtook two cars again in a row, and now there were only two figures in front of him.

But the two cars behind him were different. Not only were they fast, but they were also very sophisticated in how to press the line, so he had no chance at all in the corner.

Although everyone started 10 seconds apart, they inevitably gathered together after refueling in close combat.

At this time, the director was excited. At this time, Dunlop was behind Gai Martin, and Bu Zelu followed, and the three were chasing each other crazily.

At this time, no one can overtake, because the relative speed is the same, even if Bu Zelu can see it, he still can't catch up.

Everyone's speed is basically the same on the whole track, so a few tenths of a second faster is of no use at all. Once the corner is entered and the corner is exited, the distance will be quickly opened.

At this time, the organizers were excited. The distance between the three cars of Dunlop, Guy Martin, and Bu Zelu was only 100 meters.

Each car is about 30 meters apart.

Entering the false straight road of the second road, especially a section of extremely dangerous cliff road, someone once flew out from here without stopping the car, including the person and the car.

The accompanying helicopter could no longer catch up with the three cars in a straight line, it was too fast.

"Not good, slow down, slow down!" Watanabe Jiro shouted nervously watching the broadcast screen.

Zaina's heart stopped beating all of a sudden.

The two cars in front had already slowed down and turned, but Bu Zelu was accelerating...

As a red figure slid past Guy Martin, Guy turned his head slightly to look at him. He knew someone was chasing him, so he reserved a parking space professionally.

From the broadcast screen, Bu Zelu's extreme bending almost touched the ground, and even brought out a little spark.

"Om~"

Bu Zelu passed by.

However, Guy Martin also began to speed up, and the distance between the two cars was only one parking space from 30 meters away.

Zaina clenched her fists tightly as if gasping for breath, and inadvertently realized that blood was coming out of her lips being bitten. This bastard, why are you so desperate!

After crossing the cliff, Bu Zelu suddenly saw Gallup raised his left fist and signaled backward.

He also quickly raised his left fist to signal Guy Martin behind him.

As the downshift slows down, the front wheels of the three cars are almost hitting the rear wheels.

After going through a series of corners, Bu Zelu saw a motorcycle parked next to him, but there was no debris on the road, and it seemed that it should be a mechanical problem.

The game resumed, Dunlop took the lead and rushed again, followed by Bu Zelu and Guy Martin.

The three motorcycles raced again, but soon the three cars had to slow down slightly again, because of the loop, and a car appeared in front, but fortunately, the other party gave way to the lane soon, and the three cars roared past.

Coming to the big straight again, Bu Zelu slammed down the accelerator and lay down on the motorcycle.

Approaching, approaching, crazily approaching, Bu Zelu has come to Dunlop's side, only half a body behind.

But with a left turn, Bu Zelu's advantage was no longer there, and the opponent was in the advantage, so he could only downshift and follow again.

(End of this chapter)