With pirouetting corpses of non-branded cars flying by as you speed into 1st place, nothing beats the true spirit of racing, killing other people so horrifically the only way to identify them is with their dental records. I recently returned to the series exclusive to the PS2’s generation, and it is every bit as beautifully satisfying and aggravating all in the same breath. It has been 18-years of swearing at those damn pillars, busses, and every time I’ve missed the multipliers for the crash events.
The ultimate “blink and you’ll miss it” racer, Burnout 3: Takedown is the reason I don’t think I am allowed to drive.
