Fast? No. Consistent? Also No.
This Is Drugs. This Is Your Sim Race On Drugs. Any Questions?
We Don’t Win Much, But We Also Look Cool Not Doing It.
Just a Bunch of Grown Adults Playing Vroom Vroom.
Sober Practice. Wait, what?
Yes, It Was My Fault. No, I Won’t Say It Out Loud.
Telemetry Says We’re Fine. Replay Says The Opposite.
Faster in Practice. Every.Single.Time.
Low iRating, High Blood Pressure.
I'm The Other Half In 'Half Fast Racing.' --Mikey
Real Friends Don’t Divebomb. Usually.
When in Doubt, Send It and Pray.
Built Different. Like, In a Bad Way.
Where Strategy Meets Spontaneous Panic.
Too Fast to Be Safe. Too Slow to Be Taken Seriously.
Race Clean. Or at Least Say Sorry Again.
We Treat Every Corner Like It Owes Us Money.
Sunday Night Mayhem. Fueled by Regret. Sustained by Cheap Booze.
Half Fast Racing: Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined.
Half the Speed. Twice the Excuses.
Your Spotter’s Lying. Turn Now.
We Pit for Drinks, Not Tires.
Braking Points Are More Like Braking Suggestions.
Professional Wreck Creators.
Warning: Talent Level May Vary.
The Only Line We Hit is the Punchline.
Half Fast Racing: Life Is Too Short To Be Serious.
Welcome to Turn 1. Population: You, and Regret.
This Fuckin' Track. --John
Caution: May Contain Sudden Bursts of Talent.
Built for Fun. Not for Podiums.
Lap Times? We Measure Laugh Times.
Virtual Cars. Emotional Scars.
We Brake for Corners… Eventually.
Mistakes Were Made. Tires Were Flat. Life Goes On
We Use the Racing Line as a Suggestion.
Fast in Theory, Chaotic in Practice - And On-Track.
Just Here for the Carnage and the Company.
I Wouldn't Be Behind You, If You'd Get Out Of My Way. --Jacob
This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.
No Setup? No Problem. Also No Grip.
Slower Than You Think. Funnier Than You Expect.
Sim Racing So Real, We Still Miss Apexes.
Clean Racing, Dirty Jokes.
Professional Amateurs Since... What Day Is It?
Tires Cold. Brakes Cold. Beer Colder.
You Bring the Track. We’ll Bring the Chaos.
Arg...ooh...uh...ooh..noo nooooo....UGGH... --Steve
We Send It, Then Blame Netcode.
Came for the Racing. Stayed for the Accusations.
Crashing Into Friends Since...Ever.
Professionally Unprofessional Since Ever.
The Apex is Just a Suggestion.
Where Every Corner is a Trust Exercise.
We Practice Hard. Then Forget Everything.
More Grip Than Your Social Life.
We Don’t Crash. We Recalibrate Aggressively.
Half Fast? More Like Quarter Competent.
Our Pit Strategy is Mostly Panic-Based.
