Only way I’ll enjoy driving is if I’m strapped down clockwork orange style, stoned, wearing a gasmask with a bottle of jungle juice in it, wearing headphones, listening to a suggestive voice urging me to accelerate while the screen is cutting between several driving scenarios fast enough to blind and or cause seizures while droning industrial plays just low enough to hear the soothing voice continue to suggest I press harder on the pedal to go faster, and to delve deeper into the unknown with the new Range Finder child mangler 42069.