Because his cornering was as precise as a robot's, Lin Yan thought his own cornering could be too, but Brother Zuo's cornering had a unique charm. To put it simply.
If you randomly picked any two of his thirty laps in the main race and compared them, the actions in every corner of these two laps would be almost identical.
Lin Yan was sure of this.
But Brother Zuo did it even better. Brother Zuo's cornering was like having tracks installed on the circuit; not only was it smooth, but it was also completely indistinguishable, with almost every detail consistent from lap to lap, at least to the naked eye.
This alone was not enough to be called a robot. What was even more terrifying was that Brother Zuo could make every lap's lap time in the thirty laps exquisitely consistent, precise to the second.
This was already a terrifying thing in racing because it involved tire wear management. No one could achieve completely uniform lap times among the top few positions in a thirty-lap race, not even him, but Brother Zuo could back then.
This was also why Brother Zuo, at his peak, could contend with the two legends.
However, according to Lin Yan's past life knowledge, Brother Zuo was not a fan of racing as a child; he was forced into it by his parents.
That's right, forced into it.
His parents were passionate about racing, so they arranged for him at the age of three.
After a short rest, Raiser came out for training early. He had his younger brother's race to watch in the afternoon, so time was tight.
In the afternoon, it was the qualifying session for Yan Xiaoqiang's Moto2 and Moto3 categories.
Lin Yan sat in the pit box, enjoying a massage from Su Mojin while watching Yan Xiaoqiang and the others race against Reisker on the track.
His wife's soft, boneless hands moved over his shoulders, making Lin Yan feel very comfortable.
The Moto3 qualifying session had already begun. Reisker was a promising talent. Since he had managed to poach his brother, Lin Yan definitely wanted to pay close attention to this young man.
His brother was here, would this younger brother still race in the future?
At least Lin Yan felt that when he moved up to Moto2 or MotoGP, he would sign this kid too. Estimating the time, he figured there would be openings then.
Lin Yan's so-called openings were for Reisner and Luns. Reisner was not young, twenty-seven, and would likely retire in a few years. If Reisker could move up in two or three years, it would be perfect timing to make room for his younger brother.
However, they might run into Yan Xiaoqiang and the others. If there weren't enough spots, that would be simple too. With limited spots, they would have to compete amongst themselves. Internal team competition and external competition would make them feel the pressure.
Yan Xiaoqiang and Zhang Ningyu's current performance had improved significantly since the beginning of the year. In the previous race, they were already able to reach the top five. Based on the current trend, Lin Yan thought they could be arranged to enter Moto2 next year.
In the previous race, Zhang Ningyu ranked sixth, and Yan Xiaoqiang was exactly fifth. Lin Yan estimated that with this performance, they might enter the top three by the end of the year. As for whether they could surpass Reisker, that would depend on Yan Xiaoqiang's ability.
This speed of improvement was largely due to Lin Yan's method of training with factory bikes, which was expensive but hassle-free and highly efficient.
The qualifying session began. Moto3 qualifying sessions didn't have as many strategies as MotoGP. As the red flag waved, all riders swarmed out, with almost more than half the riders emerging from the pit boxes, while only a small portion remained in the pit boxes observing.
Among the observing riders were Yan Xiaoqiang and the others, as Lin Yan had specifically instructed them to prioritize stability.
After the group of riders had thinned out a bit, the two slowly entered the track. By the time they entered, Reisker was already close to completing a lap.
Yan Xiaoqiang and the others aimed for stability, but Reisker aimed for aggression!
On his first lap, he achieved the fastest time overall. However, his ranking was quickly surpassed by the second-place rider from the previous race, who was coincidentally from Thailand, and this track was his advantage.
As if seeing the lap times of Reisker and his brother, Zhang Ningyu and Yan Xiaoqiang became very aggressive as soon as they entered the track.
In Moto3, there was no significant advantage in racing bikes; it was all about skill.
"Honey, do you think we should go to the hospital tonight?"
Su Mojin said while massaging Lin Yan's shoulders.
There were no races in the evening, and she wanted to go out and relax. Before coming to Thailand, she had finished all her work in advance. This trip was meant to be a good relaxation.
Hearing his wife's words, Lin Yan thought for a moment and then nodded. It was a good opportunity to check on the recovery of the brother and sister's injuries.
As all the riders entered the track, the qualifying session ignited. Every rider was constantly refreshing their lap times, especially the top five from the previous race and Zhang Ningyu, who were getting faster with each lap.
Turning through turn fifteen and entering turn sixteen, Yan Xiaoqiang had already achieved three sectors in red. Only the last sector was needed for his lap time to appear on the big screen.
He had already completed one lap, and Yan Xiaoqiang's current ranking was third, just behind Reisker. Lin Yan was quite surprised by Yan Xiaoqiang's performance today.