The least offensive of the horrendous array of licensed rubbish that Blast! shat out but it's still not good.

It's an incredibly bare bones racing game and I really do mean it. Oh sure, you can speed up but it's not like it matters considering the awful rubber-band AI will pretty much always catch up with you regardless.

And I wish Fred Flintstone would stop staring into my soul with that smiley dead expression on his face, you're fucking creeping me out Freddy boy.