There’s one lap to go at Laguna Seca, an angry, bucking beast of a circuit in the California desert where I’ve so far been shepherding a Civic to a bang-average fourth place finish. But this is Forza multiplayer: it’s not over until the penalties are counted, the ‘mute all’ button is pressed and the checkered flag is taken. The leader has a problem: as they head into the infamous corkscrew chicane, they’re side-by-side with P2 in the braking zone.
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