"Yeah, I want a liter bike."
"We'll test drive it here in a moment, and then have your technicians fine-tune it for me. Also, I'll need two professional technicians to accompany me tomorrow."
Since Lin Yan was preparing to participate in the Isle of Man, he naturally needed to prepare a 1000cc liter-class racing motorcycle.
The Isle of Man selection race would begin soon, and Lin Yan had to depart tomorrow.
"Understood, young master. I'll prepare it right away."
Upon receiving the answer, the middle-aged man turned and left.
Not long after, two men in red work uniforms pushed out a Ducati V4 Superleggera with red livery from inside.
Lin Yan naturally recognized this motorcycle.
It was the most expensive production motorcycle under Ducati, bar none.
The Superleggera V4 was, to date, the most powerful, advanced, technologically sophisticated, ultimate, and precious production superbike ever manufactured by Ducati.
This bike was limited to 500 units, each with a special exclusive number.
The Superleggera V4 was also the world's only street-legal, ultra-lightweight motorcycle equipped with a carbon fiber frame, carbon fiber swingarm, and carbon fiber wheels.
The beast before him had already been modified by a professional racing team, so it could no longer be ridden on public roads.
Led by the staff,
Lin Yan also went in to put on a leather suit and helmet.
He straddled the red beast.
The entire bike was made of lightweight carbon fiber parts, and it felt very textured to the touch.
Soon, a staff member came with an ignition device and started the engine.
Generally, specialized modified racing bikes, for the sake of extreme weight reduction, do not have built-in ignition devices and require external ignition by staff.
With the engine started, Lin Yan revved the throttle a couple of times.
He had to admit, the feeling of a racing bike was still good.
Although it was still quite a bit behind the Aprilia factory bike he rode in his previous life, this was just a production model after all.
But this was Ducati's pit lane.
Perhaps there would be Ducati factory bikes here later, which he could try riding for fun.
Factory bike
As the name suggests, it is the professional racing motorcycle used by the Ducati factory team to participate in MotoGP.
These racing bikes are specially developed by professional teams.
In his previous life, the manufacturing cost of one such factory bike was around five million Euros, which translated to over thirty million Chinese Yuan.
The cost of just one engine was close to a million Euros.
This did not even include the annual development costs.
Even the factory team's main riders would not use factory bikes for training, as any crash would incur astronomical repair costs.
However, as the young master of the Lin family, Lin Yan didn't care how many crashes he had.
After all, the Lin Corporation was wealthy enough.
The middle-aged supervisor found two test riders to help Lin Yan collect data.
Lin Yan twisted the throttle and rode the racing bike onto the track.
Straddling the Ducati V4 Superleggera, a sense of familiarity surged through him. Lin Yan leaned forward, placed his feet on the ground, and assumed a very standard starting posture.
The middle-aged supervisor behind him was slightly surprised to see this. He hadn't expected his young master to put so much effort into this.
He had initially thought that Lin Yan was just playing around, and that his participation in the Isle of Man might just be bragging. After all, in his opinion, young masters from wealthy families were usually very protective of their lives.
However, looking at Lin Yan's posture and movements, they were extremely professional, so much so that even a professional like himself could not find any fault.
Seeing Lin Yan preparing to start,
The middle-aged man casually beckoned a staff member behind him and said in his ear.
"Go and call Ren Fei, have him follow the young master to prevent any mishaps."
The staff member received the order and turned to leave.
With a roar of the engine,
Lin Yan executed a clean and swift launch, and the Ducati V4 Superleggera beneath him shot forward.
Retracting his legs, applying throttle, shifting gears.
A series of fluid movements, as smooth as flowing water.
The middle-aged man was secretly astonished.
He was beginning to take Lin Yan's earlier words seriously.
At first, he hadn't paid much attention.
Who would believe it if a pampered young master from a wealthy family said he was going to participate in a race where he could lose his life at any moment?
Lin Yan looked at the right-angle turn ahead.
Braking, downshifting, all in one go.
With a standard cornering technique, Lin Yan smoothly navigated turn one.
The moment he exited the turn, he applied throttle again and shifted up.
In just a simple cornering maneuver, whether it was the entry line, exit line, or Lin Yan's operation, it was so standard that it was impossible to fault. Even a world champion couldn't have done better than Lin Yan.
The middle-aged man, watching Lin Yan's racing car corner on the screen, was filled with shock.
While momentarily stunned, Lin Yan had already passed turn two and turn three, his movements just as fluid.
It wasn't until Lin Yan had passed turn eight that the middle-aged man finally snapped out of his shock.
With his discerning eye, he could tell that Lin Yan's movements and lines were absolutely professional.
It seemed that his young master was probably not ordinary.
As Lin Yan started, a racing car with fiery red livery and the number 39 roared out from the pit lane next to him.
It quickly entered the track and followed behind Lin Yan's racing car.
While cornering, Lin Yan also noticed the racing car behind him from the corner of his eye.
He thought the other party was also practicing and didn't pay much attention.
On the first lap, Lin Yan was just familiarizing himself with the track and didn't go all out.
After one lap, Lin Yan began to exert himself. His cornering was as smooth as butter, and his knee-dragging and leaning techniques were also much faster than before.
This scene simply stunned the middle-aged man and the two test riders. They even dropped the pens they were holding for recording without noticing.