"Yet, as with the umpteenth trip to the repair shop lugging a poorly PC, something keeps us pressing on. Loyalty, perhaps? The game's crafting and customisation systems work together to form an incredible sense of ownership: this is your car, specifically, rocking a mix of hammered-together gadgetry, mismatched paintjobs and undiagnosed Quirks that speak to your history together. If there's any fear that this might be a simple case of Stockholm syndrome, it washes away once we're back on the road, humming along to what could be a lost Fleetwood Mac album track on the radio, the car's headlights repainting the Zone's gorgeous-if-bleak scenery in sandstone-textured halogen. The zen state returns until it is inevitably punctured by the arrival of some fresh anomaly. But that only leaves car and driver closer together until it is vanquished. And so we push onward into the night, feet and tyres working towards the same unseen horizon, and whatever bonding experiences await along the way." [8]