Don't
you just love games consoles? I know I do. Many an hour have I spent
raiding tombs or assassinating folk. Endless fun. I've never excelled
at driving games though. Perhaps I lack the killer instinct for a
race as I always seem to be content to follow at a safe distance.
Perhaps it's the instructor in me.
Way
back in the days of PS1 I absolutely ruled at Wipeout 3. Nobody could
touch me in this futuristic racer. You sort of hovered along above
the ground along a track. It had definite physics and you could get
the back end out, turning two curves into one.
That
game was the end of my dominance. Now I spend my time getting
absolutely flogged at drift racing on Need For Speed. Coming nowhere
near the scores my friends get. I tend to throw the towel in early
and pretend I'm deliberately crashing and that I don't care. Inside
it really hurts.
I had
a brief comeback on Colin McRae Rally 2 many moons ago. Really bad on
tarmac but a king when it came to mud and snow. I like it when the
car is sliding and this is where I win. Modern rally games seem a bit
anal and an exercise in how much mental punishment you can take
before giving up.
As a
middle aged man now I think I'd better stick to Skyrim for my
thrills. I seem better at fighting dragons than taking corners
accurately at speed.
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