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AS THE STAKES GROW HIGHER DRIVING FAST IN THE REAL WORLD, DC FEELS THE PULL OF THE VIRTUAL ONE

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IF ANYBODY EVER gives me grief for not curing cancer, m blaming Gran Turismo 3. 

During my crucial final high school years when I should have been cramming my mental cache with as many algebraic formulas as possible I was instead faffing about at Laguna Seca in a Dodge Viper GTS R. Instead of committing to memory passages from Jane Austen novels, I was trying to find a tenth around a tortuous time trial circuit in a Porsche 911 Turbo. And instead of, well, smuggling cigarettes and other contraband into the family household, I was developing blisters on my right thumb from getting down into the 1:12s in a Polyphony 001 Formula One car at Monaco.