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The purest essence of Need for Speed before the series went all open-world, it delivers exactly what the title promises, in race after race, with no downtime.
Enjoy the simple life as you aim a European exotic down a stretch of hauntingly beautiful Pacific coast highway with a train of police cars following in your wake.
It's aged like an oak-smoked A-lister too. The roadside textures and car poly counts might not be able to compete directly with the latest releases, but the overall aesthetic in Hot Pursuit still looks luxurious.
And above all, fast. At least half your time in My Summer Car is spent outside of a car. It all begins with a note from your parents telling you to rebuild the junked car in your garage.
From there you construct a driveable, moddable vehicle down to the most minute nuts and bolts, teaching you exactly what an exhaust manifold looks like and what happens when it rattles loose along a lakeside single lane road at 70mph.
Car ownership has never felt more satisfying and personal in driving games than in this slightly janky but beautifully esoteric builder-meets-racer.
Venerated for decades and still playable in , Grand Prix 3 was a turning point in racing games. Grand Prix 3 was a new level of fidelity.
It modelled things like tyre wear, wet weather grip, and tiny setup tweaks - things that games had only been able to approximate in the broadest manner previously.
Simply put, it felt like sitting inside a Formula One car. And to look back on today as a playable museum piece, it has the added incentive of capturing the sport at an especially exciting time, when legends like Schumacher and Hakkinen were battling for top spot and previous champions Damon Hill and Jacques Villeneuve struggled at the back of the pack.
This is the descendant of SimBin's once-mighty racing empire. I hope I can get tickets to see you in London. Ride strong, Iain. Saturday, March 12, A Return to Home.
In my last post I left y'all hanging; I'd mentioned, "problems I have to deal with. In the past two months I've had to deal with more drama than a sorority girl on homecoming night.
At times I've wanted to rant in one furious story about all the hardships that've been chucked at me. Then, I simmer down and remember: complaining does nothing.
Action does everything. The team in one farewell "poof" disappeared into the aether. Weight lbs. Height cm.
Zenoah - Black Fuel line  Old price 3. Armed with two water bottles and three giant cookies, I hopped on my bike and cruised up the Chumstick highway, took a right on Eagle Creek road and pedaled up and up the climbing road, pedaling past miles and miles of burnt hillsides, the smoldering scars of the recent forest fires that had been quelled by rain showers in the night.
Eventually, the paved road ended and turned to gravel and climbed steeper until I was stomping out of the saddle in my 36x28 hammering my pedals at 30rpm, my entire body in rigid focus, teetering on the verge of not-moving.
Any careless movement would result in a loss of traction which would cause me to unclip and topple over. I had no idea how long this insane road would climb up for, but I could see the trees were thinning and I seemed to be nearing the top.
In the distance I heard a faint and strange rumble. Moments later, an old rusted blue pick-up truck loaded with cords of freshly chainsawed rolls of firewood bumbled to a halt.
Two friendly old men stared at me in disbelief. This was the sign I was looking for. My aimless exploration now had a distinct goal.
A few hours later, covered in a thick layer of dusty sweat, I arrived at the historically beautiful Sugarloaf fire lookout.
A few minutes after my arrival, clouds swirled down low and unleashed a frigid rain that only added to the exhilaration I felt inside the wild lands of my spirit.
I was greeted by the kind smile of Ranger Jim the same name of my late Uncle Jim, Ranger Jim, who had died after living a full life of questioning and searching.
Uncle Jim, you are here and I know this. Mad respect to you and your rebellious ways. You had guts. Ranger Jim and his grandson, Spencer, ushered me out of the rain and into the fire lookout.
Stunned, I sat drop-jawed. Here I was, in a fire lookout. I had always imagined what they must be like with their wood stoves and wind battered wood beams.
And here, by sheer synchronicity, I sat with a degree view of a Wilderness my soul may one day die in. It took me over five hours to ascend the 30miles to get here.
The way down was a different story. My years of handling a road bike for a living culminated in a calculated reckless descent back down the gravel fire roads, hitting 40mph at times, drifting through corners like I was dancing on a grease-lighting dance floor.
Shimmy and shake and whoop-whoop I laughed and screamed and boogied down never once second guessing the speeds my skinny tires spun.
They know all too well I will return. Adventures never end and souls never die and stories are always spoken even though our voices will all one day eternally sleep.
Journal Excerpts:. Some secrets are worthy of sharing. What I got out of this whole lovable mess of life it that I need to trust more.
Trust myself. Trust the path I am on. And trust the Universe is guiding me. I am now years-old and have been pursuing athletics for the past ten years.
With my young, capable body, the only thing that will hold me back from physiologically improving is my own Doubt and Ego. R eflecting on the past year, I witnessed a huge mental hiccup that has been occurring and reoccurring in my life for many years and I am positive these hiccups will occur again.
There are still so many races at this level I haven't done that I want to experience. There are still races that I haven't given my all. This winter I want to explore more Wilderness roads, and I want to share my findings with others.
If you support this, and want to donate to my car-less cause, your generosity will allow me to focus my time and energy towards the dreams and goals I have of increasing a global love affair with the power of the Bicycle.
Posted by harm at PM 3 comments:. Friday, November 30, Retrospective Highlights: the road season. For the past three years my primary racing focus had been on endurance track racing.
To satisfy my life desire to race full time I had to switch to the road to obtain any sort of constancy and forward trajectory in this nebulous career.
The transition was complete. I ended up touching my track bike only twice the whole summer. Going around in circles on the velodrome yes, metaphorically was tiring.
The season spent racing on rugged and diverse landscapes inherent in NRC stage races and UCI classics, and learning the trade of handling my bike at top speeds in sketchy, blazing fast NCC crits, was a stimulating challenge.
Plus, there was the fringe benefit of spending a large chunk of my summer based in Chicago, which is damn fine mad, mad city I now know more intimately.
I wanted to make the transition to higher ranks of professional cycling. Achieving these three goals was a surefire way to do so.
You see, at a National level you must market your assets. Teams want riders with specific skill sets. The season had many unexpected turns and twist of fate.
Bottom of the barrel, as the saying goes. There's still so much to learn! The Race Season: always a list. In bike racing there is nothing as glorious as a winning by a solo attack.
I owe my Tour of Gila success to the full moon and to the relaxing place I stayed. My mind was connected to my body.
A calm soul I was. The Tour of Gila is a race I've wanted to check off my 'must do races' list for quite sometime.
The UCSF version still boasted much talented. After a strong showing at J. Unfortunately, by my own oversight, I missed the winning ten-man breakaway that oddly went off the front in the first 5miles of the race and stayed away after gaining over 10min on the field.
Learning my lesson, I remained patient on the streets of downtown Silver City. And then, well, you already know the end to this little story: Solo attack and a win.
By over seconds. Proud of my first win at a Domestic Professional race! Here's me charmingly gettin' up on that top step.
Guess that means I pushed it harder than a few other riders After the Tour of Gila I went back home to Seattle for two weeks of 'supposed' downtime. One of my lesser season goals was to win this prologue.
I called him up and he gave me the beta. You must know the course as you would an enemy. Despite the meticulous memorization of the course, the second the gun went off for my start-time I was in an absolute panic.
This course was madness and I felt lost. I hobbled off to sulk in the shadows. You beat me by over fifteen seconds! To beat Ben was no easy feat.
Time: 1st. Time: 3rd, 1sec off of 1st. Time: 1st by 17sec. In Greg's defense, it was windy in