Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 209 - 161 Breaking the Historical Record2

Half an hour had passed, and Li Ang’s Riding distance had just reached a quarter of the entire route, but he was quite satisfied with this pace.

Since the elevation gain of the first quarter of the route accounted for more than 25%, his performance for this segnt had already exceeded his target.

The coach, looking at his own distance and ti, felt his heart rate was no slower than those of the cyclists, even though he was in a car.

By now, he had started praying that Li Ang could achieve these two goals, for if he really could, Li Ang would naturally be written into the team’s history, and as his coach, he would also gain so recognition.

Ti was more than half over, and even though there had been so interference from other vehicles along the way, Li Ang still managed to reach his midpoint distance goal.

As for the one-hour FTP, Li Ang didn’t need to look to know that he had definitely exceeded the target.

But even so, the coach still couldn’t completely relax because the Riding condition and physical fitness in the second half definitely weren’t as good as in the first half.

Even if the second half had the sa ti and distance, with a gentler ascent, there was still no guarantee that Li Ang could finish in the sa ti.

Although he felt he had already highly rated Li Ang’s performance in terms of endurance, from the current situation, he had still underestimated Li Ang’s strength.

Thus, Li Ang, who had been riding hard for an hour, was actually accelerating at this point.

Li Ang felt that maintaining this speed for an hour, after being offset by his own stamina recovery, had only consud less than 10% of his energy.

In other words, he really could ride all day long, from daylight to dark, no problem.

The last segnt before the finish line was mountain climbing. Although the mountain was not very high, the road on it was exceptionally winding.

Still maintaining the sa climbing speed as before, after getting through this stretch, Li Ang finally ca to the last downhill before the finish line.

This was also where he and his coach’s paths diverged.

A few explosive pushes from Li Ang instantly propelled his speed to over a hundred.

The angle of the curve this ti was greater than the last one, so he could only keep his speed within this range, which was just enough to slow down when he encountered the curves.

It wasn’t that he didn’t dare to go faster; it was that the physical conditions wouldn’t allow it.

The reason motorcycles can maintain such incredible leaning angles is mainly due to amazing tires and specially prepared tracks that provide such great friction and enough centripetal force.

But as the coach had said before, these were mountain bikes on an ordinary road, hardly comparable.

While Li Ang descended the mountain at extre speed, the coach finally managed to catch a glimpse of Li Ang’s figure with his car.

Unfortunately, while visible, he couldn’t catch up, as Li Ang was already leading by several bends, with a gap spanning several dozen ters between them.

After descending the hill, it was the last stretch of the training route, and Li Ang began his sprint.

This part of the road had a slight downward slope, almost perfectly offsetting the friction of the bike moving forward, aning the more force you pedal with, the more speed the bicycle reflects back to you.

Such a section was perfectly suited for a sprint.

A traffic police officer, sowhat drowsy at the side of the road, was staring at the empty road ahead when suddenly, in the blink of an eye, sothing whooshed past.

He was jolted awake, his drowsiness gone, feeling affronted as his patrol car sat there but soone still dared to speed?

The speedoter showed a number: 83 kiloters per hour.

Though not much over the limit, it still seed a bit disdainful of his authority.

Struggling to his feet, he quickly started his vehicle and floored the gas pedal, chasing after it.

But a short drive later, he realized that there wasn’t any motor vehicle ahead; all he could see was a solitary road bicycle.

He pulled his car up alongside Li Ang and rolled down the window to ask:

"Hey, young man, did you just see a really fast motorcycle go by?"

"No, I didn’t see anything."

"That’s strange, am I seeing ghosts?"

The policeman looked at the empty road ahead, thinking that even at high speeds, it shouldn’t have disappeared in such a short ti.

Doubting whether he had been half-asleep, he rubbed his eyes, glanced at his own speedoter showing 85 kiloters per hour, then at the road bike riding alongside him, feeling he was on to sothing but unable to make sense of it all.

He decided to stop the car and take a good nap before pondering the problem further.

anwhile, the coach had finally gotten through the last downhill bend, flooring the gas pedal and pushing the speed to 140 kiloters per hour.

There was no helping it; if he didn’t hurry, he worried that he might even finish behind Li Ang at the finish line.

Driven by such a strong goal, he didn’t even notice the police car parked beside the big tree by the road.

"Damn it!"

The policeman had just adjusted his seat to lie down when his speed detector suddenly flashed the number 140. This ti, he saw it clearly and even morized the license plate number.

He imdiately sounded the siren and set off in pursuit.

Even at full speed, it took him more than a minute to catch up with the car.