And that's why I rather look for shuffle races with PP and tire limitations. No one respects the rooms.
This.
You guys either need to lower your expectations or start using Shuffle Rooms.
Pros to a Shuffle Room:
- You know what you're getting into, competition-wise
- You know what to expect car-wise
- Street cars use actual street tires (imo, anything that uses racing slicks is a race car).
- Racing relies purely on performance, not tuning.
- Racing is often close
- Even when it's a little dirty, it can still be fun. Dare I say even a little challenging.
- Cars used are not yours, thus you do not accrue km's.
Cons:
Cannot use your Gold Chrome cars. Shame.
Some drivers have difficulty coping with the challenge that harder Sports and Comfort tires provide, there is often quite a bit of fender-banging.
Communist-like success rewards. A slower car and I have to start from the back of the pack? God forbid you make the shuffle racing as boring as 2011's F1 Season. (VettelVettelVettelVettelVettelVettelVettel).
Seriously though, the only con would have to be patience. In many cases, a Shuffle lobby will clean up if you show up
without saying a word race clean around those who are racing clean, get some good finishes and then impose your will upon the bad apples. Keep your calm and if everyone else you passed/raced against thinks you did a good job, you'll have a flash mob rooting for him to get kicked along with you. After that, you keep things clean and even the "
Do I race clean or dirty?" guys will fall in after one race in the lobby. Now that I look at the above list, point number two is a justifiable con too...
EDIT: Right! The whole reason I came in here in the first place. To give two
perfect examples of the above paragraph.
And to talk about how awesome shuffle racing is, I'm still not done.
So a few days ago I had an
amazing day in a shuffle racing lobby. Racked up 10 wins (including
8 in a row) and walked away a firmer believer in shuffler racing than I had ever been before. Simply outstanding, the format is! A day or two later, I had another fairly average good day... but the key factor is how both started.
Snaeper's entertaining story time!
Chapter 1: Nurburgring's Night
I started off on what I would normally consider dreadful conditions. Nurburgring Nordschleife at night with a large grid in a car that was good, but that I had little experience in, the Lexus LFA. There were also penalties on, but I didn't know that until the race started (I normally hate penalties on the Nurb due to the narrowness of the track and the ease in which one can find himself accruing short cut penalties with off-track excursions). Despite my recent addition to the group, there were several others who had joined just shortly after me, so I started off with a few cars in front of me going down
that dreadfully short stretch into the 90 degree death trap of doom (When will you people learn that the Nurburgring TypeV or 24h are much more superior versions to race on... since those are the versions that people
actually race on when they go to the Nurb). We start off, I manage a good launch but I meet the rear end of a fellow in a Ruf Yellow bird. I grudgingly accepted the collision penalty and it had to have been for the better as I would've most likely gotten run over anyways.
The field makes it's entire pass and I start up in the rear, chasing down the majority of the pack which is, of course, beating and banging over the woefully inadequate first mile on the track. Cars spin, smoke flies,
people die, cars are invisible and I almost immediately jump back into second place. The only car to beat is a Shelby Cobra and of course that's a car I only have to patiently wait a short amount of time behind before the in-experienced driver is defeated by the unruly ways of the infamous snake.
Unfortunately, my lead is short as the Nurburgring sends me sailing off the track and nose-first into the railing. I get to work my way back to through the pack, again. This really is no easy ta... oh who am I kidding, I'm back up to second again (10 car field, counting me) in no time and I've caught the leader as we're exiting the carousel (I'd rather spell it in English and get it right than spell it in German and get it wrong) but why is he going so slow? Pow! Another collision penalty since he decided to kick his feet up for a moment. Even in penalty mode, I'm still moving faster than him, but I'm back in fourth as three other cars race past. We both (the former leader in the BMW who I'll be referring to as "that cheeky fellow", and I) resume pace at the same time and upon reaching the first turn, he decides that because he's going faster than I am since I'm "braking too much" he has ample reason to turn my Lexus around. The resulting spin has me facing his car and accelerating as I tried to pummel him into the wall, though I only earn myself another collision penalty.
At this point, I'm sitting in the grass loping back to the track in last position, feeling that anguish that I'm sure we all feel at some point or another on the Online mode after we've been on the receiving end of an arse. I continue on, though, driven by the fact that there's still a whole lap and a half to go (I had forgotten that I'd already cleaned my way through the field from the back to the front twice, too) and I proceed to work my way all the way up to third leading down onto the long straight before the first lap is even finished. Drafting helps overtake the leader in a Miura, which causes him and that cheeky fellow to resort to desperate grass-mowing measures to try to reclaim the lead.
It didn't work and I don't know why they even bothered as there was still a whole other lap to go. What happened instead is that I opened up an 18 second lead and never saw any of them again for the rest of the race.
Chapter 2: That Cheeky Fellow
After a few races of clean racing, good positions and respectable etiquette, I had earned the opinion and trust of some of my fellow racers. That cheeky fellow continued to assume that me going slower into a turn was not his problem and would promptly turn me around when given the chance. Upon questioning, he explained that I was braking too much, or at least that's all I could understand.
I then sent a Message to the OP and asked for his removal (as he, too, had felt the vengeance of that cheeky fellow's front bumper) and said cheerio! as our disrespectful competitor was given das boot. A short-while after, I won in a Viper '03, Jaguar XKR, Bertone Miura, E55 AMG (in the rain), Callaway C12, BMW M3 '07, BMW M3 '07 and lastly a
Toyota Supra RZ. The PP value never faltered from 500. I made several friends and the racing was glorious because I didn't let that cheeky fellow ruin my day... and instead chose to ruin his.
The End
Epilogue
The next day or so, I encountered a similar individual shortly after joining a shuffle lobby. I had been racing clean, albeit there was some rubbing (though I never felt I caused anyone undue harm), when one of my competitors see's fit to turn me around amidst the race. During the hot laps preceding the next race, I promptly exhale my frustration and give him a firm punting off of the track. Nothing was at stake, of course. He turns me around again the next race so I begin a discussion with him and he calls me "a punk". We had just finished a race at Laguna Seca and I had been turning into him as we raced side-by-side down the front stretch, I never forced him into the wall, I just let him know that I didn't care for him and if he wanted to drive rough, we could driver rough. He tried to turn me into the wall, of course it backfired and he ricocheted off me and into the wall causing him to lose considerable position. He then attempted to ram me off the track but only proceeded to drive straight through me into the sand trap.
Well we were now racing again (Ironically, we each had the same exact car as the last race, him in a 300C and me in a Mercedes CL600). Going into the final turn at Laguna Seca, I was presented with the opportunity to give his car a thorough t-boning. I actually hadn't really meant to do it, but he made himself available and since I was "a punk" I might as well keep up appearances, so I rammed his butt out of the way and he left.
The best part, though, was that everyone else in the room was commending me for my driving courtesy and skills and were all happy to race with me. They mentioned this openly and thanked me several times for being a good and clean sport. I wonder who was in the wrong?
Moral of the story: Shuffle racing is awesome if you're patient... and awesome.