The thrills this game offers are properly addictive. Of course I’m not a real rally driver – God help us all if I was – I’m just a casual Dirt Rally 2.0 enthusiast. But you don’t have to explain to the Subaru engineers why exactly you totaled their car, or tell Phil Mills’ family why the co-driver is in the hospital. If you’re me, and depending on how many tries you’ve already had, you swear a bit. A tree rises to greet you from the path’s left edge. But not enough, not soon enough, not planned enough. The four wheel drive system scrabbles for grip in response, and finds it. You reconsider, and lift off the throttle – too much, the car’s rotation tells you, you must press again.
The road’s geography is unwilling to submit to your ego, no matter how malleable the world feels through your vice-like grip on the wheel. Raw power, that feeling of pushing to the edge, courses through you. You’re feeling ambitious the spirit of Colin McRae is with you. Your co-driver warns: turn unseen, three right long. You slip into fourth and the mounting cacophony of thunderous exhaust burble and banshee turbo spool resumes. You hear the engine bounce off the rev limiter, a brief stutter in the climbing tone of the Impreza’s iconic boxer-four. You’re screaming down a rain-slick dirt road in Wales.
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