Like all accidents of a bizarre and unusual nature, this one was unexpected.
One day, when Marco and I were playing against two computer opponents, we forced one of the AI cycles to trap itself between its own walls and the bottom game border. Sensing an impending crash, it fired a missile, just like it always did whenever it was trapped. But this time was different – instead of firing at another trail, it fired at the game border, which looked like any other light cycle trail as far as the computer was concerned. The missile impacted with the border, leaving a cycle-sized hole, and the computer promptly took the exit and left the main playing field. Puzzled, we watched as the cycle drove through the scoring display at the bottom of the screen. It easily avoided the score digits and then drove off the screen altogether.
The professional cyclists who don’t use performance-enhancing drugs really deserve a lot of credit – for having the common sense to not add testicular atrophy to the chronic assault on their man-zones by spandex shorts and groin-gouging seats.