Yan Xiaoqiang could lean the 390's body down to fifty degrees at minimum. While not extremely low, it was more than enough to easily overtake the two of them.
He straightened the bike, gave it gas, and exited the turn.
As everyone knows, the RC390 is a single-cylinder bike. Its engine sound is like a tractor, but it has one advantage: its acceleration in the initial phase is very strong, stronger than the Ninja 400.
And strong initial acceleration means it's very suitable for the kind of racetracks found in third-tier cities, where the track area is small and the straights are short.
In short-distance acceleration, the RC390 fears no one. As he exited the turn, Yan Xiaoqiang twisted the throttle all the way open.
Whether it was the bike or his own skill, Yan Xiaoqiang's exit from this turn was far superior to the rider behind him.
With a simple turn exit, he not only widened the gap with the rider behind him but also closed the distance to the bike in front.
"Damn it, when I bought this bike, they told me it was the strongest in its class! Strong my ass."
Seeing that his bike couldn't keep up with Yan Xiaoqiang in front, the young man behind immediately blamed the bike, completely oblivious to his own technical issues.
This couldn't really be blamed on the dealership owner. If it were about acceleration in the latter half, the little Ninja could indeed outperform the 390, and its top speed was also slightly higher.
Moreover, in terms of overall performance, the little Ninja was indeed one of the stronger contenders in its displacement class, offering power while also being suitable for daily riding.
However, every bike has its strengths and weaknesses. It's impossible to achieve perfect balance; no manufacturer can do that.
He twisted the throttle to the limit, and the bike accelerated violently, its potential fully unleashed by Yan Xiaoqiang.
Following closely behind, at the entrance to Turn 2, Yan Xiaoqiang was already side-by-side with another Ninja 400 in front.
The tail speed reached 167k.
So this was the real objective, Yan Xiaoqiang realized, waving his hand casually.
"No problem, no problem, but it's not free! However, I definitely won't rip you off. It'll be cheaper than the market price."
Yan Xiaoqiang wasn't sure about anything else, but he could certainly give these two pointers and earn some extra cash.
Upon hearing this, the two faces immediately lit up with joy. They knew the training class they had attended had cost a lot of money. They had expected to be quite skilled afterward, only to find they couldn't even beat a kid. It was truly a fraudulent establishment.