Parents tend to worry that video games are corrupting our youth. They think a kid gets a racing game, spends a few hours a day rocketing down virtual streets, maybe develops a penchant to swiping pixilated pedestrians, then all of a sudden baby boy is driving like he’s on the autobahn. Turns out, as Kyle Busch so effectively illustrated yesterday, the catalyst for mutating someone into the type of person who goes 128 mph in a 45 mph zone is not racing cars in a video game, but racing cars in real life. Surprise! In an attempt to quell Busch’s burning desire to always be tearing up the tarmac, we’ve developed something that for decades has served as a cathartic outlet for our twisted fantasies: a video game.
