The biggie for me was always the one with the Sabre Turbo. Poised at a crossroads, black with an impossible shine, like an oil slick on tarmac, reflections iridescent. A fool in a red sports car in front, the city surrounding, mountains in the distance. A car coiled up at that intersection like the whole potential of that game’s world was spring-loaded within it, waiting at the ready.
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