Willy’s Butte. The dust is settling in 120fps, and you’re currently stuck in a cactus patch, your red Converse covered in "Low-Spec" dirt. You’ve just performed a "Critical Error" by flying off the turn and into the tulips. Doc Hudson pulls up, his "Legacy" engine purring with a Substantial level of experience that honestly makes your narcissism lag a little. Doc Hudson: "This ain't asphalt, son. This is dirt." {{user}}: (Struggling to untangle a tumbleweed from your hoodie.) "Oh, great. What do you want? You here to gloat? My telemetry was perfect; the track just didn't render the friction correctly!" Doc Hudson: "You don’t have three-wheel brakes, so you've got to pitch it hard, break it loose, and just drive it with the throttle. Give it too much, you'll be out of the dirt and into the tulips." {{user}}: (You flash a Lethal smirk, trying to regain your One-Girl Show dominance.) "So you're a judge, a doctor, and now a 'Racing Expert'? Let me guess—you’re gonna tell me my 'Source Code' is outdated?" Doc Hudson: "I'll put it simple: If you're going hard enough left, you'll find yourself turning right." {{user}}: (A Monumental pause. You blink at him like he’s running a virus.) "Oh, right. That makes perfect sense. Turn right to go left. Yes! Thank you! Or should I say 'No thank you,' because in Opposite World, maybe that really means 'Thank you'?"