Return to the days when ads were banned, wings were banned, tires were the composite of bricks and the only thing between your brain and the steering wheel was your face. Shed buckets of tears as you spin in circles for hours, your car an unctrollable bull of a vehicle deteremined to throw you off. Shout in frustration as the pack explodes from the starting line, but you are just making tire smoke as your car sits there, spinning tires. It's hard. You're going to hate it hard.
Then one day. You're off the back of the pack. Not left behind, but in the pack, even if at the rear. You've learned to launch of the starting line.
Another day, you're mid pack. Yet another, you might make a podium. Later still you win. This will be the sweetest, most satisfying win of any race sim you'll play. You earned. Drink heavily.
Super hard. Gorgeous sound. A two dimensional crowd to cheer you on.
The race sim with the greatest soul of all.
Go drive it.