Hearing the roar of the engine, looking at the speeding motorcycles, opening the window, the whole town was filled with the fragrance of oil burning. This is a small town that has dissolved the racing sports into its bones, a small town where gasoline is burning in the blood and dreams of speeding on the wheels.

The motorcycles whizzing past here are no longer one or two, not a hundred, but a group of groups and waves. The people who are racing have no age difference, no gender, skin color or race differences, they only have the happiness they pursue after the speed of lightning.

When everyone was a teenager, they would dream of chasing the wind and chasing the sun. Compared to cars with four wheels, people would rather wear racing suits and helmets on motorcycles chasing the sun. It was as if riding on a motorcycle, it was flying in the breeze and had a soul that could fly freely on the rotating wheels.

The Imora people love racing and have a tradition of pursuing the pleasure of speed. As early as the eighth century BC, double-carriage racing was popular here, and now Imora's carriage has been replaced with an iron horse.

The world-famous Imora Circuit has a very long history of construction. In the late 1940s, four motorcycle fans began to initiate it, so they had the idea and call to build a racing track in Imora.

In 1950, the foundation of the Imora Raceway officially began. Two years later, on October 19, the Imora Raceway finally ushered in its debut. Three hundred and forty sports cars were speeding on the Imora Raceway. At that time, the average speed of the car was only 149 kilometers per hour, and the average speed of the motorcycle was 138 kilometers per hour.

Later, the domestic motorcycle Grand Prix and the World Motorcycle Grand Prix were held in Imora, and Imora has since become one of the central tracks of world racing and one of the more difficult tracks.

After the bus stopped, everyone moved into the hotel that had been arranged long ago. As the event approached, racing players from all over the world and racing fans flocked to each other, and the originally quiet town immediately became noisy again. The race day is Imora's festival, and that day it will be the focus of the whole world.

After everyone rested in the hotel, Zhang Xunqi came to Xuanqi and took him to familiarize himself with the Imora Circuit. Of course, there is another famous name in the Imora Circuit, San Marino Imora Circuit. Whenever PI holds an event here, the commentator will often call it San Marino Circuit.

Walking to this track, Xuan Qi saw the speeding motorcycle on the track. It was not as noble as other tracks. Anyone could ride a lap and run. Of course, when there was no formal competition, everyone was not fast. After all, this track was not famous, at least it was famous.

Zhang Xunqi took Xuanqi and stood in front of the runway, pointed to a bend and said to Xuanqi: "That's Senna bend."

There have been many accidents on this track, the most prominent of which was at the PI Grand Prix on May 1, 1994. Brazilian car king Senna turned sharply on the straight road and entered the sharp turn of the starting platform. He collided heavily on the protective wall with people and cars. A generation of car king fell on the Imora track, shaking the world. Now, in the park next to Imora, there is also a statue monument of Senna, which has also become a holy place to attract car fans from all over the world to pay tribute to their great car king. In order to commemorate Senna, this sharp turn that brought the car king to heaven was named Senna.

Xuan Qi looked at the winding and undulating track, which was indeed a place to test human driving skills. It was really a life-threatening thing to run fast on such a curve, but speed and passion are the things that make men's kidneys tremble the most. With speed, there will naturally be passion.

The protection measures of the entire track are not very good. If an accident occurs, it may cause a car to be destroyed or a wall.

And the most important point is that PI is racing. Because the driver is wrapped in a racing car, once an accident occurs, the racing car is the first damage body, which bears the decomposition of various mechanics and then protects the driver. However, during motorcycle racing, the riders do not have too many protective measures. Once an accident occurs, the driver will be hit by direct external force, and the possibility of death is very high.

A motorcycle rider once described it very appropriately that if the racing player is covered with iron, then the motorcycle player is covered with iron. Although this is very rough, it is very vivid.

Looking at the motorcycle running on the track, Xuan Qi put in Zhang Xunqi's ear and said, "Take out Shang Tao's racing car and racing suit, and I'll try the track later."

Practice makes perfect. No one is born to know everything. They are learned through unremitting efforts. The same is true for running the track. Newbie who just started the track will definitely be as fast as old drivers.

Zhang Xunqi picked up his cell phone and dialed the phone. Soon the commuter car drove over. There was a large container box behind him. The entire container box contained racing cars and racing suits. It was a bit like the nanny car used by celebrities. It could make an ordinary person complete a gorgeous transformation in a small space and become a racer in an instant.

In addition to maintenance and repair, in order to expedition to Imora, Motorcycle K sent a total of four commuter cars. The manpower, material and financial resources that a team needs to spend in overseas rally is by no means a simple number. No wonder some people say that the road to championship is the road to money spent with money.

As the commuter car arrived, Xuan Qi walked into the commuter car, looking at the simple furnishings inside and the motorcycle K motorcycle that had fallen into layers of dust, it was like a dragon locked by an iron chain, making a loud noise, and was determined to soar in the sky, but there was no knight who controlled it. He was helpless, speechless and helpless.

He changed into the racing suit that Shang Tao wore, put on his head and put on his head, tightened his gloves, and Xuan Qi picked up his helmet with both hands. An unprecedented satisfaction rose in his heart, and a strange color flashed in Xuan Qi's eyes. An intoxicating smell of gasoline rose in the air, and even the smoke in the exhaust pipe remained so addictive.

Xuan Qi pressed his helmet on his shoulder and stroked the dust on the motorcycle through his gloves. While touching, he said, "Old man, you have suffered aggrieved during this period, but fortunately the grievances have passed. I'm here. Then I'll wash away your grievances these days on the most difficult track in the world."

As Xuan Qi said that, he pulled the chain apart, and then took big strides on the motorcycle K. The black motorcycle K and the black racing suit seemed to have merged into one. Xuan Qi reached the state of unity of man and car. The motorcycle K under his crotch seemed to have become a part of his body. His eyes emitted a divine light, and he reached out and turned the key. As soon as he added the accelerator, the motorcycle K under his crotch immediately let out a shocking roar.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to rush soon." Xuan Qi stretched out his foot and stepped on the button on the ground, and the closed commuter door rumbling up. Looking at the setting sun hanging outside, Xuan Qi turned the accelerator and banged the motorcycle K that had been silent for many days, like a cheetah, jumping out of the commuter car.

The two exhaust pipes emitted a series of smoke, Xuan Qi attached to the motorcycle, and the light on both sides of the helmet flashed. Within six seconds, the motorcycle K was raised from stillness to one hundred yards.

Xuan Qi's eyes continued to shine, confidence and ostentatiousness appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he kept accelerating the gear shift, and soon Motorcycle K turned into a black dragon on the track.

The speed of professional and non-professional can be seen at a glance. There are so many fatal turns on the crowded track, but Xuan Qi increased his speed, like a swimming fish, and was flying through the gaps left by other motorcycles, with a hint of awkwardness on the track.

The people around were not only residents watching the fun, but also car fans from all over the world. As Xuan Qi speeded up and as the motorcycle KR engine beat, the people around him were attracted by the black figure and couldn't help but look over.

A driver from Kinbabwe was half surprised and said, "What motorcycle is this? Why does the engine sound so exciting? I like his streamlined shape, and I also like the black that shines in the sun."

"You can't see that big K character?" Zhang Xunqi had to jump out and popularize knowledge for the drivers in Beijing: "This is the motorcycle KK from China, which means the emperor, and this will be the emperor in the motorcycle industry."

"The emperor's tone is really big." A driver from the old industrial empire, looking at the motorcycle K who was racing on the track and mocking him, "Just at the speed of his current speed, 100 kilometers per hour? At most, he will dominate the nursing home."

These words immediately made the drivers around him laugh. When they came up, they said that they were K. It was too loud, which naturally attracted ridicule from the people around them.

However, an Imora resident looked at Xuan Qi's slowdown and changing lanes every time he slowed down and said with a little fairness: "This driver is very capable and this motorcycle is also very powerful. If there are not so many cars on the track and there are not so many obstacles, I think his speed can be improved. Now the performance of the entire car and the skills of the racer are at most half."

Racing is a very rigorous thing, and it does not allow any sloppy, especially with strict and strict requirements on the track. Even if there is a stone as big as a finger on the ground, it is very likely to cause the motorcycle to be imbalanced and then lead to tragedy. After all, the balance of a motorcycle at high speed reaches a special subtlety. Once the balance is broken, the car will be destroyed and the people will die. Now there are too many cars on the track, and the motorcycle Kf cannot increase the speed at all.

After hearing the resident's words, everyone around him fell silent. Although no one was willing to admit it, he had to admit that he was telling the truth. The current motorcycle K seemed to be in a training ground full of obstacles, and his speed was not shown.
Chapter completed!