The first game I picked up with my original PlayStation, back in late 1998, was Gran Turismo. At that time it was a showcase for the power of PlayStation – so much so that watching the gloriously captured replays was as much a part of the experience as actually playing the game.
Buying and playing Gran Turismo 5 feels heart-warmingly familiar. Like an old friend has come to visit after a long absence and we’re recounting past glories together.
“Remember that time I nailed Trial Mountain in a 3000GT and blew away the field by so much I started to lap the back-markers?!” I’ll say.
And yes, Gran Turismo does remember. Essentially, he hasn’t really changed at all since the last time I saw him.