Chapter 69 Test
Joss was staring at the screen in the upper right corner, which was a line graph comparing the driver's throttle opening, brake opening, and steering angle at each moment of the last three laps.
This chart is mainly used for driver review, allowing them to extract operational data from advantageous segments and analyze differences. The brake opening is particularly confidential information and is generally not allowed to be disclosed.
After all, everyone knows to step on the gas when going straight! You need to know how to brake to drive.
Is the equipment malfunctioning?
"Which three laps are these data for? The last three laps?"
"It's 149 to 151 laps."
"At that time, the new tires were just reaching their optimal working condition."
"Look at the wind speed, there was basically no wind at that time."
Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, some guessing, some analyzing.
Michel Lecomte tapped the back of his chair and asked, "What is the precision of our data?"
"Two decimal places for the percentage," an engineer replied.
"If Joss hadn't brought it up, I would have thought these three laps were the same lap," Michel Lecomte said.
Everyone fell silent. If you only look at the data, how did he manage to control such a difference of a few tenths of a percent?
"A robot," Michel Lecomte said, looking at Joss. "This guy is like a robot."
Joss nodded in agreement, but instead of praising him, he said, "I'm going to give him a good scolding when he gets back."
"What?" Michel Lecomte asked, puzzled.
After changing their clothes, Wu Shi and Verstappen walked out talking and laughing.
Wu Shi looked exhausted, even his lips were a little pale, while Verstappen looked much better.
Joss glanced sideways, and both of them were thinking at the same time, "What the hell did we do to offend this guy this time?"
'I wouldn't usually be this serious if I lost to Wu Shi's father, would I?' Verstappen thought to himself.
'What is it about me that Old Deng is unhappy with now?' Wu Shi thought to himself.
"You can all give your own evaluations of today's test first," Joss said.
"I feel that he is still a bit difficult to control in the corners and cannot go all out at speed. I have no idea how he was able to find his comfort zone and increase his speed to another level after only 100 laps." Verstappen said, looking at Wu Shi.
Joss nodded and said, "Your testing speed is already faster than that of the official drivers, as Mr. Michel Lecomte can attest. What I think is that you do need to improve your stability."
Hearing this lukewarm evaluation, Wu Shi realized that the old man was targeting him. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that his running technique wasn't the problem, so he said, "You should have run pretty well today?"
Joss nodded again, but then pulled up the data he had seen earlier and said, "Why are these three laps so similar?"
Everyone was stunned. What was this all about? Didn't the fact that the data were close actually indicate high stability?
Wu Shi didn't know why Qiao Si said that, but he still explained his reasoning: "I think the environment is similar for these three laps, so the same running style won't reduce lap times or increase fatigue, therefore..."
"No, you're just slacking off because you don't have enough energy!"
Joss pointed out seriously, then pulled up all the data from the previous dozens of laps, saying:
"Look, in the previous twenty laps, you changed tires, and the wind direction and speed changed. At that time, you would adjust your handling sensitively. Even though I don't know why your handling is so precise, at least at that time you were still trying to drive to the best of your ability on every lap."
"And in the later stages, especially these three laps, you didn't think at all, assuming the situation was similar, so you didn't make any adjustments. You know that's giving up?"
After saying all that, Michel Lecomte and the others looked at Joss in disbelief. Was this some kind of big problem?
Wu Shi's lap times were only about one or two percent of a second apart. In qualifying, this could be enough to secure pole position, but in the main race, it's quite normal.
"I admit, I'm really exhausted." Wu Shi shrugged, his lips now pale and colorless.
Even the lowest level of the Reynolds equation is still an equation, and the G-force it generates is far greater than that of a go-kart. In the process of fighting against these forces, he was severely exhausted.
"So I think you should work on your neck muscles more," Joss said.
"I understand, I've actually been training myself."
"You need a nutritionist and strength and conditioning coach. Your physique is still weaker than Max's, so you can't train blindly."
"Yes, I'll consider it."
Wu Shi was having a headache. It wasn't that he didn't want to hire a nutritionist and a physical trainer, but that these things were just too damn expensive!
There are so many places to spend money now, and to be honest, his family's finances aren't exactly tight. If it weren't for Pengcheng Airlines increasing its investment year by year, and Martina and Sid securing a lot of funding from Italian go-kart manufacturers, he probably wouldn't have been able to come to the United Kingdom for testing.
The two will need to test at the Pemberley circuit until the end of November, which is nearly two months.
During this time, Joss and Sid will seek out further testing opportunities.
Wu Shi ultimately did not hire a nutritionist or physical trainer, and now he spends at least five thousand euros a day, which is already a struggle to make ends meet.
In his previous life, he had worked in a large transportation fleet. Even if he couldn't become a professional nutritionist, he still remembered the general idea of how to prepare nutritional meals. It's just that these meals might not be a good match for him.
As for physical training, running, resistance bands pulling on the head, helmets with metal plates, and so on, are all becoming part of daily training.
By the end of November, Wu Shi first returned to Italia to meet with his long-lost Aunt Martina and Louise, which was considered a short vacation.
Fifteen-year-old Louise was already like a lotus bud about to bloom, elegant and serene.
Of course, this is how she presents herself to the public. When she met Wu Shi, the first thing she said was, "Wow, your neck has gotten so thick!"
Then he immediately grabbed him with his hands and said happily to Martina, "Mommy, look, it takes three hands to choke him."
"Wu Shi finally came back, and you start choking him the moment you see him?" Martina was speechless.
"Hehe, doesn't this feel weird?" Louise withdrew her hand and scratched her cheek.
"It will get even thicker in the future."
"real?"
"Of course," Wu Shi nodded.
Basically, every F1 driver has a neck that's about the same width as their head. After all, they're constantly facing G-forces, and without a thick neck, their brains would be all shaken up after just one lap.
"How many days will you be staying at home this time?" Martina asked.
"Three days, I'm going to test the Renault Formula and Formula 3 cars in December," Wu Shi said.
"Okay, then have some fun these next few days."
"OK!"
Louise cheered and jumped up to Wu Shi, hugging him tightly.
"If you don't come back, I'll have to go to study again this weekend!"