Okay, so Nigel Mansell's World Championship Racing '92 on Game Boy is one of those "how did they cram this much racing into a tiny cartridge?" games. You pick your car—stats actually matter here, which surprised me—and then it's straight into tight, technical tracks where every turn feels like it's trying to throw you into the grass.

The top-down view takes some getting used to if you're coming from modern racers, but after a few crashes (and there will be crashes), you start nailing those hairpins. Pit stops are weirdly tense—you're watching your fuel tick down while some AI jerk named "P. Alliot" breathes down your neck.

It's got that classic early '90s vibe where the music sounds like a Casio keyboard fighting a bee, but honestly? Once you're in the zone, it's weirdly addictive. Just don't expect to win Monaco on your first try.