Chapter 331: Preparations

At this time, more and more sports cars and performance cars flocked to Brooklyn Motor Speedway from all over New York, causing traffic jams.

Even the New York City police department was alerted and had to dispatch police to maintain order on the scene.

Lu Ning was fully armed at this time, standing beside Ivan Yu and Paris, while the McLaren F1-XP5, who needed to drive for a while, was doing the final overhaul. After all, it was for record breaking, not casually. So symbolically play two laps.

Therefore, it was necessary to perform a strict overhaul. Three-quarters of the gasoline was replaced with four Gonaite race tires. The testing technicians of the supercar club were busy.

"I said, Ivan Yu and I have both squeezed money. Don't let us pay, otherwise, you will be responsible for the rest of your life." Paris was at ease at this time. Anyway, for Lu Ning, Paris has absolute trust.

"How much did you press?" To be honest, Lu Ning really didn't have any confidence. Hearing Paris's tone, it seemed like he was pressing a lot of money, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

"Me and Ivan Yu, 1000 per person." Paris said casually.

"10 million? You are crazy." Lu Ning was startled.

"For $1,000, and 10 million, you dare to accept such an amount?" Paris rolled her eyes. This is all entertainment. The highest bet on the spot is Joseph's $10,000. What do you think? , but also 10 million, why not go to heaven.

. . . . . . Lu Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that he had been tricked by Paris again. With a mere $1,000, he would rely on himself for the rest of his life if he lost.

At this time, the newly prepared McLaren F1-XP5 was also driven out by Rooney and stopped in front of Lu Ning.

The seat of the McLaren F1-XP5 is in the middle, and it is exactly the same as the F1 design. It can only be driven by one person. Well, bad review! Going to the bar at night, finding the object only to find out, ya-ya-ba-di, can't take it away, how embarrassing it would be.

You can't take out a Franklin and let the girl take a taxi to the hotel.

Lu Ning got in the car and found that the McLaren F1-XP5 is not using a traditional steering wheel, and of course, it is not the kind of functional steering wheel of F1.

It is a semi-circle test that is closer to a rally, which is rare in this era. It comes with shift paddles, and the instrument has a visual sense of a fighter jet.

"Lu Ning, you have to be careful." Ivan Yu warned a little worriedly.

Lu Ning nodded and glanced at the interior of the McLaren F1-XP5: "Which, Rooney, come here." Then he waved and called Rooney to the front of the car.

"What's the matter? Lu Shao,

What else is there to order. "Rooney ran over, looking down at Lu Ning with a pilgrimage.

If Lu Shao really sets a record for a while, then the value of his car will definitely skyrocket. At that time, if he sells his hands, tsk tsk, he can make a lot of money.

"That, Rooney, can you tell me first, where is the start button?" Lu Ning looked at Rooney a little embarrassedly. He just looked at it for a long time, but couldn't find the start button.

. . . . . . A drop of sweat appeared on Rooney's forehead, please, Lu Shen, you, you, hey, Rooney taught Lu Ning how to start the McLaren F1-XP5.

At the moment of starting, the huge engine roared. The V12 engine was adjusted by the McLaren R&D department and was in a state of absolute rage. Now, as long as Lu Ning lightly taps the accelerator, this raging beast will recover.

"Come on, just stay there." After the McLaren F1-XP5 was launched, there was nothing to do with Rooney. Lu Ning waved his hand and drove away the unsightly Lu Ning.

"That, Lu Shao, be careful to open, this is my lifeblood." Rooney glanced at the McLaren F1-XP5 reluctantly, and then gave way.

There was a trace of resentment in those small eyes of parting, which made Lu Ning shudder.

Hiss, is it a pervert? Well, it's better to stay away from this guy in the future. Lu Ning put on his helmet, fastened his seat belt, tapped the accelerator, and the McLaren F1-XP5 had already rushed out.

Tsk tsk, this feeling is much more refreshing than driving the Porsche 997 just now. It is worthy of being the strongest mass-produced supercar on the surface.

Lu Ning drove the McLaren F1-XP5 to the track. Now, the track has been completely closed and all vehicles have left the track.

Lu Ning drove the McLaren F1-XP5 on the track in a serpentine shape. Since he just replaced four new track tires, a tire grinding process was required, which also allowed the tires to be warmed up better. .

In the first three laps, Lu Ning used a serpentine route to fully warm up the tires, and also did a few "elk" tests by the way.

Overall, the McLaren F1-XP5 performs flawlessly, and corners are directional, not worse than the Porsche 997 at all.

On the fourth lap, Lu Ning significantly increased his speed, and tested every corner entry and exit. The McLaren F1-XP5 is very suitable for extreme drifting, and the position is just right.

It was the driver's seat that was now in the middle, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Lu Ning didn't rush to run. More, he still had to test the car first.

"Lu Ning, how do you feel?" A wireless device has been installed in the helmet to facilitate communication.

"Don't worry, I have tried the car, and it is very good. The performance of entering the corner is very good. Even when exiting the corner, the rear end will be slightly offset, but it has little effect."

"Okay, then you are heating the tires." Joseph had been communicating with Lu Ning, and at this time, Madeleine and Xiao Chenxi, who had been hiding in the lounge to eat snacks, also came out to cheer for Lu Ning.

After warming up, Lu Ning clearly felt that the grip of the road tires was better.

In the last lap of the test, Lu Ning no longer made a serpentine advance, but increased the horsepower and tested the straight-line acceleration.

Not to mention, the straight-line acceleration of the McLaren F1-XP5 is more violent than that of all the sports cars that Lu Ning is currently driving.

Although 0-100 is the same, there is not much happiness, but in the stage of 100-200, the gap is somewhat obvious. The McLaren F1-XP5's rear acceleration will definitely beat all supercars of the same level.

"Phew." Lu Ning took a deep breath and flipped off the goggles of his helmet, so as to avoid misjudgment caused by sunlight.

"Attention, I'm going to run in the next lap." Lu Ning said into the helmet's built-in microphone.

"Received, I wish you well." Joseph replied, at this time, everyone looked at the McLaren F1-XP5 on the track.

Everyone knows that the main event is about to start, and at this time, more and more cars are driving into the Brooklyn Motor Speedway.

The person who had invited the hot girl to the hotel before had also arrived out of breath.

"How, how, I'm not late, right?"

"It's just right, the next lap will officially run." Hearing the answer, the man took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at it seriously.