Having slain the exceedingly polite and patient Troll of Some Importance, you race away from his dungeon in your highly tuned sports car, embarking on the next leg of your cross-country race.
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Seriously, someone make this game.
As you jockey for position with your competitors, a moment of distraction (changing out of your beekeeper's outfit) causes you to fail to notice a sharp turn ahead, and the braking point for it, which you've just badly missed. Or maybe you deliberately missed your braking point because you know you'll be able to T-bone into three or four of your hapless competitors, bouncing around the turn less like a car and more like a bowling ball, without any negative consequences at all.
"I AM UNBREAKABLE!"