Although Lin Yan didn't have a good impression of Honda, he truly admired this driver from Dongya Country.
Perhaps Honda never expected that a contract would sign away this GP racing god's entire career, embodying what it means to be loyal to one team for a lifetime and witnessing all of Honda's ups and downs.
Even at the very last moment of his career, multiple teams offered high prices to sign this racing god, but he resolutely chose to retire.
Lin Yan still remembered what he said at the time: he wanted to race every race with all his might, but he was no longer able to.
Facing the injuries sustained throughout his career, this racing god only used six words to summarize it: just bad luck.
He didn't have a world championship, but this racing god embodied the mindset and character of a professional racer to the utmost.
"He retired long ago!"
Lin Yan had checked the information; there was no such renowned swordsman guard dominating the arena in this world, so even if he told Su Mojin, she wouldn't be able to find out who it was.
As for why he was so skilled yet lacked a world championship, one would have to ask his two masters. In their era, this person was the eternal runner-up!
Ultimately, it was a matter of luck. Whenever he had the strength to contend for a world championship, a genius would emerge out of nowhere.
His two masters, one after the other, saw the peak of one legend pass, only to welcome the emergence of the next legend.
"He retired, huh!"
Su Mojin was a little disappointed. If possible, she really wanted to see how someone with a height of 158 cm rode a motorcycle. Could their feet even reach the ground?
Race cars were all custom-made. Let alone 158 cm, a team manufacturer could make one for someone 140 cm tall; it all depended on whether you had the skill.
Driving out of the city, the two of them admired the scenery along the roadside as they drove leisurely.
With the top down, a gentle breeze caressed their faces. Accompanied by the slight wind, Su Mojin's beautiful hair gently floated in the air.
Driving at forty miles per hour, Lin Yan had managed to turn this top-tier supercar into a vintage car.
As the saying goes, men should be fast when it's time to be fast, and slow when it's time to be slow.
This feeling of racing while sightseeing was incredibly pleasant. Lin Yan felt as if he had entered retirement early. In his previous life, he was too busy training to have such leisure.
Country A's scenery wasn't as beautiful as Huaxia's, but it was by no means inferior, especially the air outside the city, which smelled wonderful, carrying a refreshing natural fragrance.
The reason Lin Yan built his estate outside the city of Kyoto was precisely this: the air quality outside the city was high.
Staying in the city center for too long made Lin Yan feel suffocated. In such quiet places outside the city, listening to the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects was an unparalleled enjoyment.
For the next stop, the Austin Station, Lin Yan planned to do the same. He could sightsee along the way during the race. Speaking of which, this Austin Station seemed to be Reisner's hometown, so another tough battle was inevitable.
As the car drove slowly, Su Mojin turned her head to look out the window. There were many plant species here that she had never seen before.
Since the crash, Reisner hadn't scored a single point at the Country A station. Reisner was now completely leading the points standings and had become the favorite to win this year.
The only threat was this freak, Lin Yan, but the threat wasn't significant. Unless Lin Yan won first place in every subsequent race, his total points would surpass Reisner's.
However, it was unlikely for Lin Yan to win every remaining race, even if he was a monster. After all, even the legendary "Horse King" and Rossi couldn't achieve this at the age of twenty, let alone an Asian kid.
Honda thought the same way. Furthermore, racing in his own country on a track he had grown up on, Reisner was supremely confident against Lin Yan.
The sun, past nine o'clock, was still slowly climbing the hillside.
Just as Lin Yan and Su Mojin were slowly cruising, a group of motorcycles suddenly appeared behind them, whizzing past the Venom one by one at high speed, accompanied by a gust of wind and the roaring of powerful engines.
The cold wind blew on Su Mojin's back, startling her. Lin Yan's attention was also drawn by the engine sounds. He turned his head to look at the riders street racing on the road, estimating their speed to be around two hundred kilometers per hour.
Lin Yan steered the car, pulling over to the side. You race your way, I'll cruise mine.
Lin Yan had seen this kind of thing many times on unrestricted roads abroad. They really knew how to control the population.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
All the motorcycles speeding past were high-displacement superbikes: Yamaha R1, Ducati V4S, Suzuki GSX-R1000R, Honda CBR1000RR, RC8, and even two Kawasaki H2s. Almost all major brands of sportbikes on the market were present.
Hmm?
Lin Yan felt a bit puzzled. These guys seemed to have some skill this time? Unlike the brainless street racers he had seen in his previous life abroad, they could actually lean into corners, and the leaders were quite good at it, possessing a bit of a professional racer's flair.
Superbikes whizzed past, and many people looked towards Lin Yan's direction, seemingly recognizing the car cruising slowly as a Lamborghini Veneno worth over a hundred million.
Even though the Veneno was driving so slowly, they didn't dare to provoke it. People who could afford a Veneno were not someone these street racers could afford to offend.
This time, nearly dozens of motorcycles passed, and there were still more behind. Dozens more cars were following, speeding towards the front one after another.
Was there some kind of event going on? Lin Yan was puzzled. Otherwise, why would there be so many cars? There were nearly a hundred cars already.
Seeing so many motorcycles, Su Mojin didn't feel excited. For some reason, she liked motorcycles, but she had no good feelings towards these street racers.
She had seen Lin Yan riding on the streets before, and it wasn't this outrageous. To Su Mojin, these people were riding like they were risking their lives, and even Lin Yan rarely drove this recklessly outside the city.
As expected, there was a high-speed uphill corner ahead. One car braked too hard and fell. The incident happened suddenly, and the cars behind couldn't stop in time, crashing into it, resulting in a car accident.
Seeing the accident before him, Lin Yan wasn't surprised, as if he had expected it. The motto for riding on the road was to ride for style, not speed. Even top racers took risks when driving fast, let alone these street racers.
This fall directly took down seven or eight people, a large pile-up. Moreover, the cars following behind were going too fast to dodge, and they crashed into them again.
The scene of the accident was incredibly tragic. Even Lin Yan, who was parked on the side, was almost affected.
Seeing the scene so close to him, Lin Yan braked. The Venom stopped steadily on the roadside. He would leave after all these people had fallen. This was a newly bought car, and he didn't want any accidents.
Several of his top supercars had already been to the repair shop. Lin Yan didn't want this newly purchased Venom to go there too.
The next second, as if to confirm Lin Yan's words, a BMW S1000RR driving next to the Venom, in order to avoid the accident ahead, braked heavily. However, due to insufficient skill, it performed a high-side maneuver on the spot, and the rider was flung directly to the side, crashing onto the rear wing of the Venom.