In short, I like this.

I like the car collecting, the customisation and, to a lesser extent so far, the actual racing.

I decided to make my home region North America, because I do love American muscle cars. I know that they may not be the best at going round corners and other such trivialities, but they’ve got more soul than an Impreza or an Audi TT. Or, perhaps more accurately, the speak to my soul more.

Anyway, I got some rubbish little Pontiac convertible thing, painted it up with a crude image of Jason Voorhees and entered the first set of races. Took me a while, but I won the first event and, in doing so, won two more cars. One of them is a Mustang, which my wife is currently transforming into a lovely pink Hello Kitty car.

Sweet.