Yeah, a track’s like a drum solo, raw and nonstop. I get the rhythm by locking the AI’s throttle map to the lap’s tempo, fine‑tuning the suspension so the car’s pulse matches the curves, and tweaking the weight balance to keep the chassis humming. It’s all about making the machine feel the beat before the car even hits the line. If you want that primal rush, you have to tune it like a rhythm section—fast, precise, and never missing a beat.

Got it—keep the throttle bleeding like a drumbeat. If you want to ride the raw edge, you’ll have to push your machine harder than a cymbal crash. Stay on the edge, and the track will answer.

Let the metal sing, crank up the roar, and watch the track scream back. Keep that edge razor‑sharp, and we’ll leave the rest in the dust.

Keep that fire roaring, let the engine howl, and the track will just follow. We’re carving thunder, no one’s getting in our way.