Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

"The group of bastards from the group of horses are really infuriating!"

Huichuan found an excuse to leave early, but actually parked the car in a hidden place that was discussed beforehand. Whenever he thought about what happened just now, Huichuan felt furious: "Especially that kid who drove a broken 86, how dare he say such a shameless thing to me?" Words of courtesy!"

"Well, don't be angry." One perfunctorily comforted Hui Chuan who was furious: "Anyway, the only time they can be arrogant is now."

"No matter what, we must target 86." Hui Chuan's face darkened: "I must let that bastard who made such rude remarks kneel in front of me and beg for mercy."

"I don't care." One shrugged: "Are you sure? 86 is my opponent in the downhill battle, and your opponent is FD. It is relatively easy for me to make such a decision. But don't you Afterwards, blame me for not reminding you."

"Anyway, the money will be divided equally in the end." Hui Chuan said viciously: "No matter what, I will let that ignorant kid smash his broken car first, and regret what he said to us just now."

"Uh-huh."

One answered casually twice, then picked up the phone, and told the little brother over there: "Hey, it's me. The target is 86."

"Huh? Isn't it FD." This decision obviously surprised the person on the other end: "86 just passed our position, and it will probably wait for the next round."

"Don't ask too much, just figure it out for yourself."

One hung up the phone, and exchanged a knowing look with Hui Chuan, who had finally calmed down his anger.

Huichuan snorted coldly, didn't speak again, and sat down in front of the hood of the car, waiting for the good news from there.

Shuichi Matsumoto, who was sitting in the co-pilot of 86 at night, was undoubtedly the first person to notice the change in Takumi Fujiwara's running style.

The push and pull of G force is not as violent as usual. Although the speed is still ridiculously fast, it is at least to the extent that Matsumoto can adapt.

When he felt unprecedentedly relaxed, he instinctively felt uneasy.

...He didn't think that such a gentle and light running style would be the true rhythm of this super genius who never pushes the performance of the car to the creepy limit, and is by no means a "practice car".

"That, Takumi."

After the first round, Matsumoto coughed lightly, and made up his mind to say: "Just follow your own pace, and don't worry too much about me."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Takumi looked at Matsumoto with some strange eyes, hesitated a little, and nodded.

The second round begins.

It is no longer the gentle and considerate caring for the technicians on the assistant's seat, the black and white beast suddenly speeds up as Matsumoto wished.

"Well!"

Matsumoto gritted his teeth secretly, but still couldn't restrain his muffled groan.

Although Fujiwara Takumi is still far from being fully fired, he still felt the fierce G force that he had tasted while sitting in the 86 co-pilot during the previous two Saitama battles.

Under the driver's exquisite center of gravity movement control, every time he enters a corner, the G force will roughly push his internal organs from the front, rear, left, and right directions, making him linger on the edge of pain that wants to vomit but cannot vomit.

It's like being stuffed into a screaming machine at an amusement park... no, it's much worse.

The asphalt road that has been in disrepair for a long time is uneven. When the high-speed wheels run over it, it will ruthlessly bump up and down slightly, adding more uncertain factors to the driver's choice of line.

Of course, it also severely tests the technician's ability to adjust the suspension system.

Matsumoto held the left one tightly, and even though his teeth were biting sour, he still let go a little bit.

He didn't have to shriek in shame, but he had to keep from biting his tongue in the violent jerks.

Enduring the uncomfortable feeling frequently transmitted by the viscera, and trying to record the specific performance of the 86 on different bends and straights, Matsumoto's attention has been highly concentrated, but he can't stop the sudden nausea that makes it short. The situation of taking away.

Therefore, he didn't notice at all. Although the speed was obviously increased, Fujiwara Takumi was still in a situation with a lot of spare power at this time.

It seems to be the first time.

Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help being distracted thinking: ... It was the first time someone reminded him gently that he drove the 86 too slowly or something.

He did retain more strength than usual for the exceptional situations that were almost certain to arise.

I didn't expect Mr. Matsumoto to be so keen, and he understood the slight difference in his choice of accelerator opening and braking point in just one lap.

Sure enough, it was impossible to hide from the senior technician.

Takumi Fujiwara, who was introspecting secretly, never expected that the reason why Matsumoto could judge it was purely through the degree of physical discomfort.

It's hard to explain his purpose to Matsumoto. Although Fujiwara Takumi still retains 3% of his strength, in order not to make Matsumoto feel strange, he simply has a rougher control of the throttle opening.

In this way, the sense of speed will be significantly improved.

But in fact, because his braking timing will be advanced accordingly, the braking force must also be intense. In fact, there is not much difference in the final lap time.

Of course, moving the braking point earlier would give him more room to react.

After an unknown period of time, Matsumoto, who had a good memory, quickly realized that he was about to reach the stone bridge that symbolized that only 2/3 of the stage was left.

"call."

Just when Matsumoto couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred!

Takumi Fujiwara, who had been on guard early, caught the light that was not reflected in the first round when the headlights shone on the road ahead before anyone else.

Although it was only a short moment, it was enough for his eyes to transmit information back to his brain, and then it would be reflected in the operation within a fraction of a second.

On the stone bridge is a long and narrow right high-speed corner. Whether it is four-wheel drift or grip running, the trajectory of the vehicle when it exits the corner is usually biased to the left.

Fujiwara Takumi deliberately turned to the inside.

Of course, in order to ensure that the 86 would step into the trap, a person sent by Hehuichuan poured a large amount of oil on the curve that could barely accommodate two cars, covering that small section of road laterally.

When the vehicle is traveling at a very high speed, even if the driver keenly captures the sudden change in the road ahead and wants to make an emergency brake, it is impossible to do it with such a small distance.

It is conceivable that there is only one ending—that is, to be crushed unavoidably, and then to be thrown towards the outside in embarrassment by the tires that suddenly lost their grip.

——If the driver is not Fujiwara Takumi.

As a former professional rally driver with rich experience and outstanding talent, Takumi Fujiwara has discovered his super-strong precognition, namely roadsense, since he was still in Project D.

On the unfamiliar and ever-changing harsh track, it is no exaggeration to say that the driver is driving a high-speed behemoth all the time, while fighting with the unexpected situations given by nature.

Whether it is to carefully observe the road conditions ahead, or to use the five senses to perceive the condition of his own car at any time, it has long been his instinct.

He never let his guard down for a single moment, even on roads with great visibility and good road conditions – and countless races were exhausting for him, who had to fight alone without a trusted navigator. fighting alone.

Almost as soon as the light reflected by the engine oil pierced his eyes, a feasible dodge route appeared in his mind.

"Hurry up."

Fujiwara Takumi didn't have time to explain to Matsumoto. After quickly throwing this thoughtless reminder, he didn't take the instinctive step on the brake pedal that most people would instinctively slam on the brake pedal when they were afraid, and let the car reach the destination as fast as possible. Measures to slow down before oil-contaminated roads.

On the contrary, he exerted a little force on his feet, and released the previously restrained 2-level throttle opening.

He is very clear that it is impossible to complete the braking in such a short distance. If the speed is suddenly reduced, it will fall into a state where it is impossible to enter the drift and enter the corner, and it will make the car body enter an unfamiliar speed zone and increase the speed. Difficult troublesome situations to operate.

Takumi Fujiwara, whose curve trajectory is often so accurate that even computers can’t compare to it, and who basically relies on the accelerator control to control the steering, and rarely uses the steering wheel to correct it, this time he turned the steering wheel sharply without hesitation.

The steering wheel on the right side suddenly pulled the front of the car to a strange angle facing inward.

The right front tire, under the action of the steeply twisted inclination angle, should soon exceed the limit and fall into the situation of loss of grip.

However, what Fujiwara Takumi aimed at was the small low soil slope that would be ignored by passing traffic or even intentionally avoided before the inner side of the bend before getting on the bridge.

Before being twisted beyond the limit, the tire tread that had been rubbing against the asphalt road suddenly rolled over the rough road surface. While the grip increased sharply, it was definitely a danger that the driver could not predict at all.

But for Fujiwara Takumi, just being able to create this one-second delay is enough.

Under Matsumoto's stunned gaze, the 86 driver shifted gears and completed heels and toes, which had never been so fast before.

The body of the 86 suddenly turned sideways, and suddenly cut into the bend at a strange angle.

"Squeak-"

Amid the screeching tire noises, the front tires undoubtedly hit the oil-polluted road first.

Due to the operation of rolling up the soil slope just now, part of the tread pattern was damaged by the rough and sharp edge stones, and the sand and gravel mud rushed into the scarred tread and the original pattern.

It is this kind of tire that whimpers and gives the last bit of grip to the front of the car that sinks with braking, and also allows the skilled driver to have room to show his superb driving skills.

The sharp right foot of the driver perfectly grasped the time to release the brake pedal, and through the internal stretching of the spring, the front suspension system obtained more upward strokes miraculously, freeing it from the dangerous situation of bearing too much load , greatly increased the ability to absorb shocks.

The front inner wheel with a tilted center of gravity stabilized the position, and the rear wheel, which itself did not have much power during the flick process, was not thrown out excessively.

Even though the route was slanted outwards by the oil surface, it was still limited by the driver to a position 3cm in front of the outer guardrail, whistling and flung it.

The sharp loss of grip caused by the oil surface made the 86 look like a brilliant dancer on the ice, gliding through a beautiful arc smoothly and smoothly, and passed this obstacle smoothly.

"Well."

Fujiwara Takumi, who avoided the trap, of course did not continue driving with the severely damaged front wheel.

Without hesitation, he took out the mobile phone that Mr. Ryosuke gave him when the two dated on the first day, and called Keisuke Takahashi.

"Hi, Mr. Keisuke, it's me."

Fujiwara Takumi politely and calmly explained the dangerous situation just now: "A special situation happened. Please slow down and return to Mr. Ryosuke... No, I'm not joking, the practice must be suspended... someone spilled oil on the road... I It’s okay, 86 is fine too, please calm down, we’ll talk about the specific situation later.”

Although one, no, maybe two tires was scrapped, the most important suspension system was completely preserved.

No matter from which point of view, it is indeed the most ideal result.

Not so kind to Matsumoto, who sat in the passenger seat and didn't even have time to see the oil-stained stretch of road.

In terms of hearing, although the driver’s benevolent warning was received, whether it is a sudden steering, a violent bump on the dirt slope, or an uncharacteristically turning trajectory and extremely high speed...

It was all painful shocks that almost made him faint on the spot.

When 86 completed the difficult operation on the front line of life and death in an instant, passed the curve smoothly with an unimaginable trajectory, and then stopped slowly on the side of the road, he undoubtedly tasted the lingering fear of escaping death.

However, Fujiwara Takumi, who made this miraculous emergency measure, was not emotionally disturbed.

He reported the situation lightly, and finally said "OK".

Probably in order to save on phone charges, he ignored Keisuke who suddenly became a little wordy and said "Hello, wait" anxiously, and ended the call neatly.

Seeing that Matsumoto was in a trance, Fujiwara Takumi thoughtfully handed over an unopened bottle of water to him, trying to calm Matsumoto's emotions.

Matsumoto took the water numbly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva stiffly, and fell into a long silence.

...Keisuke was right.

The downhiller of their plan D is simply a little monster with good skills that can do whatever they want without fear.