These years they had also put a lot of effort into racing technology, even developing black technologies like the crossplane crankshaft.
However, the inherent disadvantages of the inline-four cylinder engine were simply impossible to overcome.
The crossplane crankshaft was Yamaha's exclusive black technology, specifically in engine technology. Its principle was to use an inline-four engine to mimic the operating principles of a V-four engine, thereby achieving the goal of being fast on straights and fast in corners. Of course, that was merely the ideal form envisioned by Yamaha's R&D personnel. In reality, one could never have both the fish and the bear's paw. As a result, Yamaha's performance on straights remained a mess, but the crossplane crankshaft did improve their cornering performance significantly, making throttle application more linear and cornering stability higher.
After being repeatedly battered by the three cars, Qiong Hai's mentality had begun to crumble.
He had already decided that after today's race, no matter what, he would demand that Yamaha's top management upgrade the racing bikes. How could this broken car possibly win a championship?
Last year he could still barely snatch a race win, but this year he couldn't even touch anything significant, let alone reach the podium.
Another straight passed, and Qiong Hai, riding the Yamaha, once again dropped to the back of the four riders. The race had now entered its final two laps.
As the race neared its end, overtaking maneuvers became noticeably more frequent, with many riders fighting for positions. Most riders, like Luo Xi in the past, adopted a strategy of tire conservation and energy saving in the early stages. As long as their positions didn't drop too much, they would generally play it safe and push in the later stages.
This was the strategy of most riders.
The two crossed the finish line, one after the other.
The top three were decided. Fourth place went to Luns, fifth to Reisner, and at the very back was Qiong Hai. Qiong Hai had tried to challenge Reisner in the last two laps, but Reisner had defended his position.
Half a minute later, the Thai Grand Prix officially concluded, with all riders crossing the finish line.
After crossing the finish line, they returned to their respective pit garages. With the heavy rain, none of them made any special celebratory gestures, and Lin Yan was no exception, driving his racing bike back to his own pit garage.
Today's rain race had drenched every rider like a drowned rat. Although their racing suits offered protection, they weren't completely sealed. Rain slanted in through the collars, soaking everything inside.
As the bike entered the pit garage, Lin Yan dismounted, tossed his helmet to a nearby crew member, and before he could even take off his racing suit, Su Mojin walked over with a prepared blanket.
Given that Lin Yan's inner compression suit was completely soaked, he didn't remove his racing suit outside but instead went into the lounge area.