DiRT 3 Review | You’re hurtling at 120 miles per hour down a backwoods road in the forests of Michigan. Your car is tenuously gripping the gravel, the surface’s uneven pits and rises threatening to send you flying into the trees. Somehow, gravity clutches you, keeping you planted just firmly enough to make the upcoming hairpin. You slam on the brakes at the last second; time is the only thing on your mind right now. As the back wheels slide through the corner, your car almost horizontal, the wheels kick up a cloud of dust and pebbles. You get back on the throttle in an instant, lining up your hood with the horizon, and blast off at breakneck pace for the next split time marker.

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