Ok! It's morning, and now, another fifteen hours of dialogue later, I think we’re finally actually getting a bit of autonomy to play this game.

Like Hiro's bedroom apartment in the first game, this garage will be our central ‘hub’ to all the various things we can do.

We've got $35,000 Yankee dollars to our name, not a bad chunk of change for 1993. Hopefully this will be enough to buy a decent car to start on our journey.

We're presented with the following menu:

Let's try ‘Look’


: What to see?



I don't know Hiro, I'm really curious to what cars that Moustache Burger and Aunt Whatsherface have under those car tarps in the barn.

But, I'm assuming that's just static background art and that space will eventually belong to our cars!

Ok then, the function of Save is obvious, so let's try Take on the Challenge!


: I don't have a car so I can't try.



Well, that makes sense. We probably should get to work on that.

Let’s try Go

There's several options here:

We probably should starting getting leads on some cash whilst we’re here, so let's select Part Time Job


: He who does not work shall not eat.


: I'll look for it in this part-time job magazine.


: Ugh, it's all in English. This I don't know.



Hrm… I guess we need to speak Americanese to work in this country. I suspect there's some sort of... working visa... thing, we might need as well.

Then again this is the USA in 1993 so, depending where we work… maybe obtaining a working visa is optional.

Perhaps we can visit the Circuit. Maybe we can get a lead on what sort of competition we’ll have.


: I know where it is because it's listed in the tourist guide.


: I'm sure it's here…






Woah! That sure is… some attire for the local race track…


These American girls are something else…

You know, I was just thinking to myself that this game isn't as strangely horny as the first. I'm glad to be proved wrong.


: It's a small thing.



On the contrary Hiro, they're it's very large.




: Label it label it label it it label it it label it it label it it label it. Babble blabble blabble.



Hrm. Turns out bikini clad ladies that hang around in parking lots of race tracks do not speak Japanese…

Perhaps we should visit the Shop - I'm assuming this is to buy cars, or at least car parts.

… But honestly at this stage I'm just hoping we can buy a Japanese to English phrasebook.


: In these cases, try searching the phone book…


: It's written in English anyway…



Well... So much for that idea…

This whole ‘not knowing the language’ thing is quite the burden… How did people travel on a whim to foreign countries to beat them at esoteric sports before Google Translate?

Well, let’s look at Others

Looks like there’s a couple of options left to us.



I guess we could go back to the Airport. Maybe that Japanese guy is still there and could give us some more advice.

… Or maybe we just give up on this whole thing and fly back to Tokyo…


: Maybe I'll just go to the airport.






Ok back at the airport we have a couple more options.

Let’s Look

: What to look for?


Uhh. No you see game, you’re supposed to tell us!

...well, let’s try Talk

No Japanese guy it seems. But Harrison Ford is still here!



: Label it label it label it label it.


: Wow! I'm sorry I'm sorry


: I'm at a loss, I'm at a loss, I just can't do it at all. English.



Probably for the best we don't understand him Hiro, he might be warning you to get off his plane…

…Well, that was a waste of time.

… there's only one option left. Let’s go to the Bustling Street


: Maybe I'll go see it downtown?