Where every run begins. A country road rolls past sunflower fields, villages with sweep wells, storks nesting on poles and rivers under bridges. It never ends: farms give way to forest, forest to snow, snow to desert, and a storm rolls in at every change.
On the road
Farms
Sunflowers, hay bales and villages with sweep wells.
Forest
Pines close in on the road, and puddles throw up spray.
Snow
The fields turn white under falling snow.
Desert
Sand, rocks and cacti.
Storms
Rain, downpours and lightning roll in between them.
In the game
Cars that suit it
Cars that make their fuel last go furthest here: the Ukrainer gets pushed by its family, and the pickup carries a spare can.
