A fluked first place via most fortunate power-upage. Enjoy it, it won't happen often

The man of bombs dusts off his riding gloves and saddles up for a most ungentlemanly canter around the track. Bombs away. Preferably far away.
Stephen Pierce

Gunning your engine on the Gran Turismo starting line, your mind often becomes whimsical, does it not? The same occurs when powersliding your Ridge 4 steed into pole, or manhandling your Colin McRae time into a lesser denomination. Yes, one's bonce potatoes need thoughts, create dreams. What if I had bombs to chuck at the other drivers? What if I could jump over holes at will? And, if only I was on the back of a lilac kangaroo/horse/donkey/dog hybrid, instead of behind the wheel of this gleaming machine.

Only you don't. No-one would think this. Or indeed should think this. But just in case you do, you may enjoy Bomberman Fantasy Racing. And let Jesus and his many elves have mercy on your tortured soul. What to say of this rank product? Popular Bomberman characters - you have a choice. Stable of aforementioned biologically freakish steeds - again choose. Tracks - a handful.

The idea is to come first, thus winning money, thus enabling you to dash off to a more taxing race. This is - contrary to the title - achieved more successfully by lobbing bombs at your opponents than by actually doing much racing. Yes, you have speed-up capabilities and yes, you are inherently running a race. But those wishing to play the sportsman and win via actual dashing panache will be sadly disappointed.