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In a handicap race the field is set so that most (if not all) the runners will arrive at the finish line together - what would be termed in sporting parlance as a "dead heat" - basically at least half the field within seconds of each other at the finishing line.
This is to keep the race interesting at the finish - a 'race to the finish' as such.
Keep doing the races and note how the cars will clump together towards the end of the race - including the lapped cars - which were sent off in the right positions (via their 'handicap time') to meet up with the leaders at the finish line and confuse the hell out of the issue of who was going to actually get to the line first.
Both definitely on my list. Obviously there must be a seasonal where the Italian 'big boys' are going to be used -but this is surely not the one. These are all medium pace cars - just perfect for medium pace racers as they gain experience to go against the more powerful Italian beauties - with their own souped up high horsepower stallions.
Dino is the fastest rabbit I've come across so far.
There is a very interesting bunch of racers in here - and some of them are deadly at punting you off course if you interfere with their 'Perfect Line'. You're not supposed to get in their way while they're engaged in this exercise
Also some of them may be equipped with a most mysterious 'tractor beam'-like effect that can take control of car if you get too close - others are very civil and will get out of your way very nicely if you overtake them cleanly at 'approved overtaking' spots.
All in the nature of making the medium pace racer an ace enough to go on to Expert.
However - medium pace races are a lot more fun - in terms of sheer entertainment than the faster series - think Schwarzwald League at the Ring versus Like the Wind at Daytona.
Next fastest Rabbit after this guy Morvan from France in the Dino is this guy - Verta, driving a really hot-looking 147 GTA. Obviously a good choice of car then to go out and battle.
Yup. From the same country as that punk Pullkinnen who drives the Nurb LFA.
One of the great things about this event is that we get to watch these cars in action.
And not just drifted around, or parked at the Spa, or raced haphazardly, but raced with methodically, to the best of the cars' abilities as programmed as perfectly as possible even possibly using real-time data from the vast amounts of data gathered by PD from all the Time Trials it conducts using various cars at sundry tracks.
So as I overtake each car I'm totally admiring the cars - it's a car-fest of Italian cars - and if one races cleanly (I hate to get even a scratch on my car.
) - then the replays are absolutely stunning and we get to really enjoy these oh-so-delectable machines to our eyes-delight or hearts-content - or whatever oils our gears.I bet many players, not bothered about chips or credits, just pick a car and go for endless 'Sunday drives' dodging traffic as best as they can - or merely dawdling behind a certain car and admiring it and the way it moves on that perfect line - like a bronze or silver or gold time trialer doing their thing, undisturbed, hitting apexes cleanly at the prescribed point, braking and entering as precisely as practised, exiting at the same spot with the perfect amount of acceleration, and so on. I know do that sometimes - and if I have a powerful enough car, i can dawdle till the last lap, then weave through traffic with manic glee to get to the finish line first.
After all - credits do come useful.
Meanwhile, I'm battling Hirvonen. It's a war between both of us. Him. Me. Our Stratos'.
He gives me a good battle but I triumph - and collect the winnings. But other times he gets together with his cronies and just takes me out - as in 'race a proper line or I'll take you out'.
They've got some magic rabbit powers sometimes.
First Novak and Gerste get together to gang-bang me - I get away from them somehow to meet Schreiner in that beautiful black Brera Sky Window who is fast - much faster than me in the same car. He never lets up harrassing my ass all the way through and then in that melee Martino shoves his red Fiat ass in my face - just can't get out of his own way.
I don't even want to talk about Loiseau in the white Fiat. For heavansakes can't that loser get another car?
I end up six seconds too late to catch Hirvonen and he gets off grinning.
That makes me sooooooooo mad - I got to go right back and bust his chops. Not easily though. but that's the fun.
I'm using a 450 PP Stratos, SH, ABS 1, TC1, real fun steed to battle this particular line-up.
Especially if you want to keep it pristine for the photo ops at the chequers.
Have fun with the cars!
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