Gaming Objective:
Race and drive for fun. Drive, race and enjoy Jay leno's Tank car. Use the Tank Car to win a race. Use the Tank Car at a track that will maximise its potential. Use the tank car against other American-made muscle cars. Race against opponents of similar skill to have an even chance of winning. Earn credits to use. Earn a prize car/color chip.
Gran Turismo says: "Okay bud, let's go. Get your Tank Car and come along to Mid-Field - I'll arrange something to give you the rush you need."
We have to take it that at this point the Game Brain does not know my Player Skill (PS) level or the Vehicle (V) level. Computer and I have agreed on certain restrictions and we obey that.
The Computer also says: "I'll help you out with some assists but if you don't race clean I'll suitably penalise you."
We agree to that, too - since if we are trying to simulate a real race to the best of both Computer's and our own ability, we mus play as real as possible.
I take my tank to the Fighting Muscle and do the race.
Right away I notice that the Brain has shuffled an opponent (quite deviously) behind me, who pushes me as fast as i can run, and works himself through the pack - in fact asking me to come along.
I'm now into the 'enjoy the car' mode, fulfilling another objective, and I race as cleanly as possible familiarising myself with the track in relation to the car's potential.
I bring home the Tank without a scratch. Last.
I notice several things:
a: Mr Average Driver is
Massey, the Canadian in the Chevelle SS.
b: There are three Gold Rabbits -
Igarashi,
Neal and
Kondo. Info gleaned from
@nowcontrol's Intermediate A-Spec thread tells me that
Kondo is possibly the fastest. He has been handicapped in this 'Starter' field.
c: From
Connor in the Model S to
Curtis in the Nova were mid-packers.
d: I could easily take
Vega and
Olah, the back-markers - at least a sure P10.
c: If I could keep up with
Calderone, the spinner in the GRAND SPORT, I might have a chance of catching up Mr.
Massey.
Back to the race with all this new info.
I manage to hang on to
Calderon's coat-tails, the Tank Car is now becoming addictive, and the excitement is building. The leaders stay in place, and the back-markers get more truculent at letting me pass.
Massey is egging me on - faster! Faster! Faster!
Because he was Canadian this further riled me up.
Race 3 and I'm breathing hard, the immersion is now blanketing me, the real world shut out - this was my world. I take off with
Calderone working my way through the pack and we do better actually meeting up with Magic Man
Massey.
Connor, the lead mid-packer feels some of the heat and applies a tad to
Kondo who shrugs it off; the leaders stay in place.
Race 4 and now I'm coming into my element, just loving the Tank, meshing gears and power with the kind of torque that was a sheer thrill to feel. I know
Calderone's moves well-enough now, and leg it for all I'm worth.
He overtakes me, i overtake him, he overtakes me - all this happening while we are fighting through back-markers and mid-pack with the clock ticking like a bomb would go off any moment.
I finally get him at the last corner and high-tail it after
Massey who sees me coming and takes off like a bat outta hell. I raced his ass coming over the line with him but couldn't make the kill.
These were short races, sprints, so it added to the excitement - a quick fix before one could catch their breath.
Now - I have some experience with this game - and especially with the AI.
I knew if I asked for a fresh field that the Computer would adjust to the PS + V value I had input as a bunch of ones and zeros. It would generate a new field - a 'better' field of opponents that were more on my Player Skill and present Vehicle values that would give me a closer race as well as provide me with a chance to earn the rewards that drove my greed. If the game left me frustrated all the time with no rewards I would rage quit and leave - but the Computer's objective was to keep me playing - so it would play the game of 'carrot and stick'.
I asked for a new field and got this:
Kondo was pulled from the race,
Castano replaced
Connor,
Massey moved up to where i was now tempted by a podium, and there was a whole raft of Rabbish to get through before I tangled with
Massey
Meanwhile I have to admit that racing around with all these muscle cars is just joy - pure car heaven. Always the distraction as I try to cleanly get around them - and of course they do their best to teach me defensive driving.
So it was time for my moment of glory - time to kill that upstart
Massey and take the Canadian flag for myself.
I went in all gung-ho and was dashed by the back-markers (Leno was not going to be happy with those scratches) and
Massey suddenly decided to show me the faster times of his mid-packer racing window, cunning bastard was holding back to taunt me on and now he was showing me claws.
I was tempted to go get my Saleen and come back for murder. I resisted the temptation and decided to man up - couldn't let Jay down. He'd butt me with his chin.
To make it worse a relative of Kaz's appears in a Tesla to shock me with the current state of muscle technology.
Race 6 and
Massey reeled back a bit to give me a chance which got him tussling with
Curtis in the Nova. Meanwhile
Valle just wouldn't let me pass - the only way I could would be a dirty pass.
I held back. Leno was watching. I'm surprised he even let me drive this. In this way!
I decided to trick the machine - ask for another 'weaker' field.
Oh! no . . . it says.
Not so fast buster. You can do better.
It sends Kondo back to do flying laps on his own out in front as a Gold Rabbit, Burgos in the Mustang SVT as a Silvertip doing the same, and Massey as the lead mid-packer doing flying laps now and me with with a solid chance for a podium if i didn't push Massey too hard, and nabbed him at the right moment.
I run hard, and
Massey encourages me, but I lose.
I need to get better, and better, and better at this.