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My first response was perhaps a bit too serious so I'll have another go.
If PD had a museum its exterior would look like a (really) giant version of Kaz's head where you have to enter by walking through his teeth, once in you immediately notice a fierce and rather extreme airco-system designed by Adrian Newey.
After paying the fee you are guided through the museum by a randomly created route which starts with showing a limited selection of meticulously detailed replicas of existing cars, and just when you're convinced that the promo slogan of it being the "automotive Madame Tussauds" is accurate you walk into the main hall which is filled with an enormous amount of crudely modelled polystyrene mock-ups hold together by duct tape.
Once you realise the same applies to the recreated tracks and that the interactive element (mostly listening to the ramblings of Translator-San) stalls at multiple occasions and that asking your money back is pointless you try to make the most of it by only focussing on the good stuff.
After having completed the tour, and are ready to leave after seeing more GT/PD-logos plastered across the walls and all sorts of unlikely places than is considered healthy, you're faced with another giant version of Kaz's head you have to go through before you can enter the parking lot.
It's exactly the same (but slightly bigger), only this time you have to use a digital/hologram avatar version of yourself to navigate through it whilst you yourself can't enter, the avatar hardly responds to your instructions and it basically ends up with you shouting obscenities at Kaz's giant head.
Once you've finalized this chore you can create another avatar and after that another, and anoth....when you start running to your car only to find it's received a complimentary car wash using a unique method of spinning it around violently to dry leaving your interior looking like a bomb went off with all your belongings scattered (and broken) all over the place and the windows and seats covered in a sticky drab consisting of the coffee you left in the cupholder and the remains of a half-molten chocolate bar with coins sticking in it....
If PD had a museum its exterior would look like a (really) giant version of Kaz's head where you have to enter by walking through his teeth, once in you immediately notice a fierce and rather extreme airco-system designed by Adrian Newey.
After paying the fee you are guided through the museum by a randomly created route which starts with showing a limited selection of meticulously detailed replicas of existing cars, and just when you're convinced that the promo slogan of it being the "automotive Madame Tussauds" is accurate you walk into the main hall which is filled with an enormous amount of crudely modelled polystyrene mock-ups hold together by duct tape.
Once you realise the same applies to the recreated tracks and that the interactive element (mostly listening to the ramblings of Translator-San) stalls at multiple occasions and that asking your money back is pointless you try to make the most of it by only focussing on the good stuff.
After having completed the tour, and are ready to leave after seeing more GT/PD-logos plastered across the walls and all sorts of unlikely places than is considered healthy, you're faced with another giant version of Kaz's head you have to go through before you can enter the parking lot.
It's exactly the same (but slightly bigger), only this time you have to use a digital/hologram avatar version of yourself to navigate through it whilst you yourself can't enter, the avatar hardly responds to your instructions and it basically ends up with you shouting obscenities at Kaz's giant head.
Once you've finalized this chore you can create another avatar and after that another, and anoth....when you start running to your car only to find it's received a complimentary car wash using a unique method of spinning it around violently to dry leaving your interior looking like a bomb went off with all your belongings scattered (and broken) all over the place and the windows and seats covered in a sticky drab consisting of the coffee you left in the cupholder and the remains of a half-molten chocolate bar with coins sticking in it....
Kazunori Yamauchi + Nissan Silvia = Love.
