The game had always been his escape. When his parents left for the day, he’d boot up his aging PC and race through virtual renditions of Mugello, Motegi, and Barcelona, replaying the glory days of Rossi’s title wins. But his copy of MotoGP 2012 , bought secondhand, had vanished during a messy reorganization of his hard drive six months prior. Now, the 2013 season was live, and Lory craved the authentic feel of the older game—its physics, its uncrowded tracks, its pixelated charm.