The person who spoke immediately walked downstairs as soon as they finished speaking.
The rest of them sat in their seats and watched.
As expected, the person was stopped by security as soon as they entered the pit lane area.
"Hey, a group of people around us just got in, why can't I?"
However, the security guard completely ignored him, maintaining a professional demeanor.
The security guard thought to himself, "How could that be the same? If I told you who just went in, you'd probably be scared to death."
"I told you, they definitely wouldn't let you in. Maybe those people had some special access."
"If we could get in, someone would have already done it. It wouldn't be our turn."
Seeing the person who went down being stopped, the people in the stands started discussing again.
"Ah, what a shame. I thought I could get in. If I could get in, maybe I could see Lin Shen."
This time, it was a woman speaking. Coincidentally, her seat was directly to Lin Yan's left front.
She didn't know yet that she was sitting so close to her idol.
Lin Yan and his companions walked through the entire pit lane area and arrived at the door of Ducati's pit box. However, when Lin Yan saw the size of the pit box, he couldn't help but laugh. It was too small.
This pit box wasn't even half the size of the pit box at the Shanghai station.
Although small, it was still built quite exquisitely.
When Zhang Mingzhi saw Lin Yan arrive, he also shifted his gaze from the big screen. The race was basically decided, and there wasn't much point in watching.
After standing at the door for a moment, Lin Yan walked into the pit box. Unlike the large screen in the audience area, the screen here, although small, displayed all the racing data of their own drivers during the race.
Including the speed of the driver when cornering and the braking force, all were represented by bar graphs.
Lin Yan asked Zhang Mingzhi to continue with his work and not to mind him. Lin Yan pulled Su Mojin to a corner and sat down.
However, in such a small pit box, the space for two people to sit was very limited.
"This bike looks so much like the one we saw outside the helmet shop."
As soon as they sat down, Su Mojin stared intently at the three V4s in the pit box. Although they looked similar, she felt that the ones here seemed more refined.
"It's not 'looks like,' it's 'exactly the same.'"
Lin Yan patiently explained to her that these three bikes were spare bikes prepared by Zhang Mingzhi. They were all Ducati V4s, but they had been modified.
One of them even had rain tires fitted.
Lin Yan had noticed last time that Su Mojin seemed interested in the Ducati V4. He planned to prepare one for her after she learned to ride.
It wouldn't be possible in the short term. Su Mojin was just starting to learn to ride, and she definitely wouldn't be able to handle a large-displacement bike. This would have to be a gradual process.
"Do you like it? Come! I'll let you experience it."
"Ah?"
Su Mojin hadn't quite reacted until Lin Yan brought her to the side of the Ducati V4.
Only then did she slowly understand what Lin Yan meant. Lin Yan was letting her ride the bike.
Su Mojin was wearing that light purple dress today, and it must be said, it actually matched the red color of the Ducati bike a little.
Due to her dress and height, it was a bit inconvenient for Su Mojin to get on the bike. Lin Yan simply and roughly lifted Su Mojin onto the bike.
The bike was fixed by a frame, so there was no worry of falling.
Su Mojin had always liked Ducati models, especially this V4. The bright red body and unique design not only attracted boys but also had a huge appeal to girls.
The ultra-high-definition LCD instrument panel and the aluminum alloy upper triple clamp were extremely exquisite.
If Kawasaki was the embodiment of violent aesthetics, then Ducati was the synonym for nobility.
After getting on the bike, Su Mojin gently stroked the fuel tank of the V4. It was her first time sitting on such an expensive motorcycle.
Lin Yan told her some basic knowledge about motorcycles, and where the throttle and brakes were.
Su Mojin secretly memorized everything in her heart and began to slowly explore while sitting on the bike.
With Lin Yan, a top-tier coach, by her side, Su Mojin's learning speed would definitely be like flying.
The race on the track had reached its final moments, and some riders were starting to cross the finish line. It had to be said that the BMW rider did have some skill.
He finally made it into the top thirty and successfully advanced to the main race.
Xiao Li finished in twelfth place. Starting from sixty-fifth position and finishing twelfth, Zhang Mingzhi was quite satisfied with this result.
At four in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the riders, and the track was also bathed in a faint sunset color.
The qualifying race officially ended after all the riders had crossed the finish line.
In the end, less than forty riders successfully completed the race.
Two hours of continuous high-limit riding were difficult for most riders to sustain.
After crossing the finish line, many riders were exhausted. Xiao Li also had a face full of sweat after taking off his helmet, his hair soaked.
The BMW rider was arguably the most miserable. Like Lin Yan back then, he was directly carried away. He had just managed to cross the finish line in thirtieth place.
In the last few laps, he was desperately overtaking and pushing his limits.
The fans of various teams on the track raised their cheering signs after the riders crossed the finish line.
Cheering for the riders.
...
"WSBK riders?"
"That's right, young master. Besides Kawasaki and BMW, some WSBK riders from other teams also came to watch. However, they are all young, newly emerging riders, and their strength is not particularly strong."
"Why are they here? Isn't it the time for WSBK races?"
Lin Yan was puzzled. Why would they come to participate in an endurance race instead of preparing for the WSBK main race?
"Because Jianghai is a coastal city, very close to the location of the next WSBK race. They can get there by boat. They should just be passing by."
Lin Yan pondered. This was indeed a possibility. It wasn't impossible for them to participate in an endurance race for their team on their way to WSBK.
"Forget it, there are no strong competitors anyway."
Lin Yan dismissed the matter. A few emerging riders were not worth his attention, and he had no interest in WSBK for the time being.
After the endurance race, Lin Yan still had to consider the next MotoGP race.
The next MotoGP race in Country A was about to begin, just a few days after the endurance race ended.
This time, racing in a foreign country, Lin Yan wouldn't be as relaxed as he was at the Shanghai station.
Although Lin Yan often lived abroad, he also frequently returned to China to adapt to the Shanghai track. However, Country A was on the other side of the blue planet, very far from China.
In his previous life, besides racing every year, Lin Yan's contact with the Country A track was mostly through simulators.
There would be differences between racing in one's own country and racing in another country, but Lin Yan's physical strength had improved considerably, so it was a mixed bag.
ps: From now on, abcd will be used for convenience. Brothers, let's go! Fighting for love!