This is certainly not the worst I've encountered but I can't remember when was the last time I was so pissed at this game.
We were racing a 2 lap race around nordschleife (sports hard) and everyone was talking of taking Ferrari California as a sort of a one make race. Well I decided to have none of that, saw the PP was suitable so took out my Yellowbird and decided to challenge the fancy pancy soft-top ferraris.
Race started good, I got first place on the grid and immediately it started raining (which made me even more reassured I had made the right choice given that the others had their roofs down
). I kept everyone behind for the first half of the lap by trying to keep the car straight and powering down the straigts (that thing really flies). Braking into most corners the person behind me hit me on the back which sent my heart racing every time but I managed to hold it and keep first place (I admit I had to brake a bit earlier than normal with that car. No-one had any ABS either.)
Approaching the corner before Ex Mühle the french guy hit me again but this time a bit harder which sent me flying to the wall and I lost two places. This made me quite annoyed so I quickly jumped back in to the stream of cars (a very close race between 9 competitors) and was really looking forward to the straight bit a couple corners later. When we got to the straight I put all my might into my right foot pressing the pedal as hard as I could and the Bird was really flying past the two people who passed me and I was back in first place.
The twisty section before the straight was really tough. I was sweating and my hands were trembling as I tried to contain my right foot, not to press the throttle too much since I knew I couldn't afford to slide at all. At some point I lost it a bit and a car got alongside me but luckily there was just a bit of a 3 second straight there and I powered past him to keep first.
Finally I got to the last straight and looking at my rear view mirror I saw a line of Ferraris trying to get a tow but confidently I stepped on the gas and actually left them behind though they were slipstreaming all the way. Approaching 300km/h at the end of the straight I got a big moment when I almost lost it braking into the last corners but I had built a bit of a lead on the straight so I managed to hold first place though I was almost in a 90 degree angle while braking.
Second lap started good but the french guy was hitting me more and more. At times I was really struggling to keep it straight but I was still holding first until Ex Mühle came up. The guy hit me again sending me on the grass and I lost 4 places. At this point I was really pissed but I had to keep calm and contain myself not to lose too much time, I got back on track and got to the chase at the half way straight again. I managed to pass the french bastard and got third place. At this point I thought I'd just hold the distance and power past everyone when the straight came but the frenchie wasn't done yet, hitting me yet again sending me to the grass again.
In the end I finished 5th. All the sweat and blood I had poured into that race was for nothing. I felt like I had ran a marathon and all the while the french guy had probably been sitting on his couch fiddling with his controller, and thanks to him there was nothing I could show for all that work.