Hours. Days. Honestly, weeks spent mastering the ins-and-outs of video game racing, and then your mom threw your cartridge into the trash because
my your level of frustration was "unhealthy." Know what we call "frustration" in the streets, ma? (and by "streets" I mean Rainbow Road.) Dedication. Passion. Power--the power to lose a trailer by running that bitch into a pole. Cuz at the end of the day, it's not about red shells, bananas, or bullets, it's about racing (and green shells are legit too.) Fuck what ya' heard.
P.S. Am I crazy to say that I kind of preferred "Diddy Kong Racing"? Less bullshit specials, hovercrafts, planes, and an Indian elephant genie. Boom. It's been said.
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