
You're a speed demon — built for the racetrack, carved out for competition. You drive your foot into the gas pedal, sending dirt flying behind your wheels and flames spraying out of your tailpipes. You drift across the track, sharply cutting off your competition and sealing your spot in the lead. You catapult toward the deadly edge of the canyon's steep ridge, swerving your steering wheel just in time to cut the sharp corner and continue on your reckless path. Danger? Fear? Limits? You know none of these. You are the Ridge Racer.