Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 202 - 159 Can I Put My Hand On Your Waist?

After breaking a speed of a hundred on a bicycle, the feeling of riding it was a completely different story compared to driving a car at the sa speed.

Li Ang felt that all his attention had been summoned, his eyes capturing all the information in his field of vision to ensure nothing would affect his ride.

His limbs firmly controlled the bike while using every vibration frequency and amplitude felt by his body to adjust the power of his muscles and the control of direction, ensuring the bike wouldn’t go out of control.

This undoubtedly demanded a high capacity for information processing from the cyclist’s brain, luckily, that was exactly Li Ang’s strong suit.

At that mont, Li Ang fully felt the bicycle beneath him, as if it had beco an extension of his own body. Every ti it rolled over a pebble, with every change in torque, he could imdiately adjust.

Falling off? Impossible.

At the sa ti, the proficiency of his skill [Riding] was soaring at a rate several tis higher than usual.

Indeed, only by stepping out of the comfort zone and challenging unfamiliar and difficult areas could one make more progress.

To Li Ang’s surprise, his proficiency in the skill [Vehicle Driving] was also rising.

After pondering for a mont, Li Ang could almost understand that in this high-speed downhill state, the bicycle he was riding could also be considered a kind of lightweight motorcycle, after all, both were coasting in neutral.

Therefore, it also incidentally trained his motorcycle driving technique, and this area of experience was counted towards [Vehicle Driving], which led to the increase in this skill’s proficiency.

This reminded Li Ang that later on, if he only practiced ordinary car driving techniques, his proficiency might grow very slowly. He should try driving different types of vehicles as much as possible to enhance the skill’s proficiency more efficiently.

After all, two-wheelers, three-wheelers, four-wheelers, and vehicles of various types like front-four rear-eights have different driving techniques and experiences.

At the end of the whole downhill ride, the speedoter showed that Li Ang’s highest speed had reached 128 kiloters per hour.

The record for the fastest speed in the Tour de France is held by Team BMC’s Boucherhart, who reached a top speed of 130.7 kiloters per hour during the ninth stage downhill of the 2016 Tour de France.

Although these data might not be precise, and the routes and inclines are also different, it essentially showed that Li Ang had nearly approached the world record in this domain.

The reason such speed can be extrely exhilarating is because at this velocity, any mistake could be fatal.

A cyclist’s gear is incomparable to that of a motorcyclist’s; after a fall, hitting any obstacle might spell the end for the cyclist.

Thus, challenging the extre speed downhill requires not just technique but also courage.

When he reached a flat area, Li Ang could no longer see the figures of the two behind him.

The intense uphill rush had also awarded him 0.8 Break Limit Points, which could be seen as a reward for the brave.

For the upcoming road section, which required team cooperation training, Li Ang simply stopped and waited by the roadside.

A full minute later, Li Ang saw the figure of Little Black Patrice.

From his slightly shaking body and heavy breathing, it was evident that his downhill speed was also not slow.

"Woo!"

Patrice let out an excited yell, which made him seem even more similar to a gorilla.

If at first he might have been speeding up aiming to catch up with Li Ang, by midway, he too had begun to imrse in the thrill of the ride.

No helping it, his brain capacity was limited and couldn’t hold too much at once, accidentally making him forget his worries.

Perhaps that’s why so many black people seem happy all the ti, filling their heads with joyful things drives the worries away.

"What was your highest speed just now? I even surged to 109 kiloters per hour; I feel like my soul was about to fly out, that feeling, how do I describe it? It was even more exhilarating than reaching climax."

Patrice was clearly high on adrenaline, not only was he talkative, but his way of speaking was sowhat incoherent.

"Not bad, just about 20 kiloters per hour faster than you."

Li Ang calmly pressed the speedoter and showed him a number.

"Damn!"

Clearly, being overwhelmingly surpassed by Li Ang once again seed to evoke so mories in him, driving away his joy.

"Are you fucking riding without care for your life? This is crazy, I think I should be nicer to you because I don’t know when you might crash and die."

Li Ang smiled and tossed back, "People’s constitutions cannot be painted with the sa brush," and then ignored him.

Soon after, the team captain followed behind Patrice.

Compared to Little Black, his deanor was much calr; it was clearly not his first ti trying such speeds.

His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at the two of them.

As the team captain, he naturally wished for his teammates to be as strong as possible.

And to beco stronger, talent and effort were certainly the biggest factors, but in his opinion, the courage to challenge limits was also indispensable.

Without this type of courage, you could eventually beco strong, but you’d never be able to beco the strongest.