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There could be funny, yet realistic, features, such as stopping at a set of traffic lights, you lean out of the window and start to swear at other road users, insulting their apparent inferior driving skills as opposed to your ethic of the louder the stereo, the better your car. This could work twofold- The person you do this to, could be a old man who can barely see, in which case any passengers you may be carrying to and from a public will find it amusing, or it could be a huge bloke who will get out of his car, and promptly give you a slap, much to the amusement of your passengers, who may join in
in shock of your rank stupidity.
Gaining sponsorship could be done in music competitions, such as proving that you're the best at speaking extremely fast incoherent babble, as opposed to speaking incoherent trash the rest of the time.
Selling and buying cars could also be based on a system quite accurately linked to one used by todays youth. If you wish to sell your car, then you can buy a boy racer car mag, and get a free sticker for your windscreen, then sell it for around £1000 more.
N.B Stickers that have youth buzzwords such as Turbo or Inter in their name add extra value, as well as anything with the letter X in it.
Whilst not racing, you can park your car (A rustbucket, albeit with £2500 of stereo and suspension) out side a pub or school, and try to impress superficially motivated teenage girls, who swoon at the mere sight of a girl, even if it is half-decimated rust-bucket. From general observations, sitting in a parked car, testing the suspension while listening to ear-drum burstingly loud jungle music, is a sign of male macho-ism
, even if it does bring dirty looks from any sane member of the public.
Somewhere in there you could have street races with mediocre prize funds, where bragging rights are moer important than cash, as is very apparent from the stunningly low standard of second hand cars available.
Anyway, the whole point of being a teen with a car is to impress females isn't it.
I'm sure theres a good game idea in there somewhere, even though all of my pessimistic, albeit truly based, adolescent comments and generalisations.
There could be funny, yet realistic, features, such as stopping at a set of traffic lights, you lean out of the window and start to swear at other road users, insulting their apparent inferior driving skills as opposed to your ethic of the louder the stereo, the better your car. This could work twofold- The person you do this to, could be a old man who can barely see, in which case any passengers you may be carrying to and from a public will find it amusing, or it could be a huge bloke who will get out of his car, and promptly give you a slap, much to the amusement of your passengers, who may join in
in shock of your rank stupidity.
Gaining sponsorship could be done in music competitions, such as proving that you're the best at speaking extremely fast incoherent babble, as opposed to speaking incoherent trash the rest of the time.
Selling and buying cars could also be based on a system quite accurately linked to one used by todays youth. If you wish to sell your car, then you can buy a boy racer car mag, and get a free sticker for your windscreen, then sell it for around £1000 more.
N.B Stickers that have youth buzzwords such as Turbo or Inter in their name add extra value, as well as anything with the letter X in it.
Whilst not racing, you can park your car (A rustbucket, albeit with £2500 of stereo and suspension) out side a pub or school, and try to impress superficially motivated teenage girls, who swoon at the mere sight of a girl, even if it is half-decimated rust-bucket. From general observations, sitting in a parked car, testing the suspension while listening to ear-drum burstingly loud jungle music, is a sign of male macho-ism
, even if it does bring dirty looks from any sane member of the public.
Somewhere in there you could have street races with mediocre prize funds, where bragging rights are moer important than cash, as is very apparent from the stunningly low standard of second hand cars available.
Anyway, the whole point of being a teen with a car is to impress females isn't it.
I'm sure theres a good game idea in there somewhere, even though all of my pessimistic, albeit truly based, adolescent comments and generalisations.