Wheel World's chill racing made it the feel-good trip of the summer

The upwind successful your face. The clunk of a cogwheel change. The chill successful your skull-haunted handlebars. All sensations that are, presumably, enjoyed by cyclists worldwide, and tin beryllium felt for yourself successful the crippled down doorway fig ten: Wheel World!

God, I needed Wheel World. Not successful the consciousness that I yearned for an open-world bicycle game, specifically. But for respective reasons, July 2025 was a tricky period successful a tricky year, and Messhof’s light, agleam racer proved to beryllium an unexpectedly almighty temper unguent.

This crippled does not person a mean bony successful its body. Sorry, frame. What it does person is simply a charming weirdness – your opponents are posses of farmers, businessmen, baristas, and robots, portion your ain motorcycle is possessed by a disembodied yet different convivial skull – arsenic good a steadfast committedness to giving you a bully time. And a bully clip you shall have, wheeling done splendid autumnal forests and sunny coastlines portion a cannily selected soundtrack of synth tunes beep-boop successful the background. Stop to situation an eclectic pack of chap riders, and adjacent the trash speech is peppered with sidewinking motorcycle puns, Messhof writers giggling audibly down the screen.

Once you’ve aced a fewer of these races, you whitethorn get the consciousness that Wheel World is possibly a small excessively keen to grease up imaginable friction sources. Most events are winnable simply by not crashing, and due to the fact that victories guarantee a steadfast proviso of caller parts to customise your bike’s specs, I ne'er felt driven to prosecute with the wider hunt for caller forks and seats that the representation whitethorn person had successful caput for me.

Again, though, it’s each successful work of keeping things cheerful, and bombing astir successful archetypal spot tin present purely tactile pleasures anyway. There’s thing successful the value of the turns and the rising whir of an accelerating concatenation that makes the handling a accordant joy, adjacent erstwhile you’re piloting a carelessly cobbled-together Frankencycle.

It’s a bully time, basically. And, for each the fantastical elements, an effectual ambassador for real-life cycling; I don’t partake currently, but Wheel World’s power has had maine thumbing done the Brompton catalogue connected aggregate occasions. Only outmatched, each time, by the cognition that I unrecorded successful London, and would beryllium flattened immediately.