It’s early Saturday morning. No time for breakfast or even cartoons. Today is the day the roar of engines and the thrill of glory await you. You climb out of bed and pull your collection of hot wheels from the closet. Your tonka truck tows them to the venue for todays race; the living room floor. Rummaging through your prized assests, the clang of metal and plastic spurring you on. You find the die-cast car that will carry you to victory. You set it down at the starting grid, your imagination reving with the fury of a thousand storms. It’s paint scheme glistens from the morning rays of light shimmering through the windows. Truly a car sent from heaven itself.
Now to set the competitors. The competitors you will attempt to defeat on your quest for victory, the ones who might try to wreck you in a fireball of death…or might even try to help you. You reach for a favored model to fill the grid, but just before your hand can take hold, your mother slaps it away with a quick swoosh of a fly swatter…
“You can only play with one.” she states.
You gasp in disbelief, as you gaze at the crossed legged, middle aged woman sipping her morning coffee. “But…but…” you mutter. Your prized collection must sit this day out? They must watch from the sidelines as you…as you…drive alone? But what about villians, teammates, close favorites, the ones that just look cool and even the one you and your sister painted together? Your vast array of cars and paint jobs, each with their own story and invested amount of your time, must sit idle? How am I supposed to race this fine day with only one car?!?
Your mother hears your question through the breaking of your heart and points over your shoulder. You turn slowly, not sure what vision awaits you. No…NO…it cannot be! Rusted wheels, outdated designs, faded paint, multiple duplicates of the same ******** car??? Your knees hit the floor and you weep in despair. Your mother has plucked the starting grid from the local flea market…
So is the story of being singleplayer in Forza 7.
PS - I’m patiently waiting for the day I can use cars from my own garage and set the starting grid the way I see fit. Because after all, they are my cars. Heres hoping T10 won’t continue to be the fly swatting, flea market loving mother and instead realize the true potential of their living room floor. Cheers.