"I’m seeing a pattern, but I’m not sure if it is just a coincidence or deliberate, and I don’t know which one would be less scary between the two possibilities," Steve said as he looked at Fatih’s teletry that kept live updating as he correlated it with his previous laps from all of the previous sessions.
"What do you an?" Ricky asked as John, Burak, Lando, and everyone in the tent turned, focusing on Steve, trying to hear what he was about to say.
"I was curious since the third free practice. Despite us not sandbagging his kart following his setup adjustnts, when he went for the second free practice, his pace improvent didn’t match the first free practice that he had driven in a neutral setup. Although he continued his round of breaking the lap record with each lap, the difference between one lap and another was slightly reduced, and the total improved ti over a session went down from three-tenths to only two-tenths every session following it.
Initially, I thought he was getting used to the setup, and since he continued breaking the lap record with each lap, I thought nothing of it. But after the third free practice, I started seeing patterns that indicated this was either a very good coincidence or a deliberate decision he was making." After saying that, he looked at the people in the room to give them ti to digest, but also to hear if anyone had anything to say or if he should continue.
"What exactly do you an by that?" John asked, curious about where he was going with this.
He smiled upon hearing the question, and he imdiately clicked the computer a few tis and turned it to Ricky as he said, "He is deliberately holding back and limiting the lap ti to be only a few hundredths of a second between one after another, so that he can complete the entire day with all his push laps having broken the track record consecutively. And if I’m correct, he should also improve by a total of about two-tenths by the end of this session." Even as he said that, he found it difficult to believe, but the data didn’t lie, as even in the midst of their conversation, a new lap ti was registered, and it too was a new lap record of the track.
"You’ve got to be kidding ," Ricky said, turning his head and seeing Fatih already on turn three on his thirty-ninth push lap of the day. Having shown that he only drove ten laps per session and returned to the pit lane no matter what happened, he knew he only had two more laps to go, so instead of focusing on Fatih, he looked at the laptop screen that showed the live tir and teletry of his lap.
Everyone else also looked. Although they were already having a difficult ti even comprehending Fatih having placed more than thirty record-setting laps on the track, they were having an even more difficult ti with the idea of him deliberately limiting his laps so that he could just keep breaking the record.
"I’m sure it is a coincidence, right?" soone in the tent said, trying to find soone who would side with him so that he didn’t look like soone crazy for following logic.
"One ti, fine. Two tis, it can happen. Three tis, it’s not entirely impossible. But for more than thirty laps, if that is not deliberate, then I don’t think anything else is," Ricky said just as Fatih ca out of the final corner and entered the straight, before he added while looking at Steve, "Looks like you are wrong, as he is already three-tenths faster than the last lap."
But before he could say anything more, the teletry data of Fatih’s throttle input registered a slight lift on the straight, reducing his speed just enough for him to break the lap record within his usual small margin as he started his next lap, which on the mini sectors registered yellow, showing he was currently slower on the first few mini sectors compared to his best ti.
Everyone focused on the screen, knowing that this was his last lap of the session and wondering if his liftoff was a mistake or if he could regain that lap ti.
And without disappointing, he had regained all of the lost ti and even went purple in sector two before he once again reduced his speed in sector three to break the lap record, completing his fourth free practice session with still two minutes remaining on the clock. As if on ti, the laptop showed the total improvent he had made during the session was two-tenths and slightly more.
"That is a full second that he has improved starting from the first free practice, and from his liftoff and sector tis differing with each lap, it looks like he is not even on the limit of pushing the kart," John said when he was done calculating the improvent starting from the first session, where he had improved by more than three-tenths from the initial lap record, followed by the next three sessions all improving by two-tenths and a bit in each of them, bringing the total improvent to just about a second.
"How does he know the lap tis in order to calculate where to lift? You don’t want to tell that he is counting in his head, right?" Ricky asked before answering the already dumbest answer soone could have given ahead of ti.
"I don’t think it is implausible, as I’m sure we were all there when he managed to approximate the track improvent in the post-qualifying session debrief. If he can do that in the chaotic wet qualifying while in a dry setup, I don’t think it is that impossible for him to count when he is on the best setup and track position possible," Steve said, coming up with the most logical answer based on the information available to him.
After all, unlike single-seaters, where the steering wheel’s screen showed the lap ti deltas, which would allow a driver to do what Fatih did, karting didn’t have that. So all evidence pointed to him counting in his head, but the ti comprehension needed to count that was almost impossible for humans to do, as the ti difference that Fatih kept improving his laps and sotis even lifting in order to keep at it was sotis faster than the blink of an eye.
"He is returning, so you can ask and hear how he did it from the culprit," Burak said as he left to go and pick up Fatih.
While he went to get Fatih, all those in the tent looked at each other awkwardly as they waited for Fatih to return, which didn’t take long. Within two minutes, he returned, placing his helt on the table as he took the towel prepared for him to rub his sweat and drink water. Only then did he realize that everyone was looking at him, causing him to pause as he wondered why they were doing that.
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